Boundless Joy
Oh what joy!
It bubbles from deep within and rises up, overflowing the banks of my being.
I can't even explain it.
Don't ask me why, because there isn't.
Don't ask me what, because I can't tag it to one thing.
Don't look at me like I'm crazy, even though I myself wonder if I am.
Oh what joy!
I have grown.
And I can't even begin to tell what I ate or who I spoke with because its a truckload of people and experiences.
Not just one thing. NO.
Look at me. I can shout from the rooftops "there isn't any harlot here, buddy!"
You can sit around waiting for the harlot you saw yesteryear
And forget to ask yourself what a respectable man like you is looking for in a whorehouse.
Oh, but that's not my focus today.
The light is on me.
The light is in me.
I am the light.
All the colours converge into me.
I know who I am now.
I see.
I see me.
I see you.
Oh I see now the colours of the spectrum and the shades in between, unnamed, even unseen.
I see them all.
I live each day, each shade, each strand, each spirit...
I breathe each moment
Grateful for wisdom, counsel and might...and other strands combined. The sturdiness of the stand is what makes me that Light.
Oh how do I explain that I see the colours of joy?
Look at me as I am becoming Him.
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