I was writing my endless scripture of troubles,
The Gospel According to Jude.
The Patron Saint of Lost Causes.
But then I go running
And it is uncomfortable
And exhilarating at the same time.
I am so full of those two feelings
That my Troubles are lost
They are trying to keep up
And they will find me eventually,
But for now their absence leaves me with,
I run to the top of a hill on a warm day.
The breeze is cool and the scene is wonderment.
If any Place should know, it is here.
Expectantly, I shout,
“Do you love life?”
As it dies across the wind,
I already know.
There is no answer.
Because, really, there is no longer any question.
Now, I feel.
It is beautiful, all of it, everything.
It has shared with me its unhidden secrets –
That just like this Place,
I am Life.