Stand on the air open your arms feel the earth rotate on its demented axis— you’ll smell the breeze, the flagrant verdure, the glory of life, the passion in love, bliss promenading inexorably through the stunted trees, grief ebbing to inexpressible multi-layered joy of being, a gazillion blessings…. Reminisce those unforgotten halcyon seconds… Taste this earth: there is happiness in being who you are, for joy masquerades in the unlikeliest of charades. Touch yourself knowing that your skin is enthused with eclipsed passions and a long-forgotten tenderness. Feel the whispering leaves, Tame their chlorophyll tongues: you’ll hear what you want to hear, you’ll know what you want to know. Sense the dewed grass burgeoning under your naked feet— drench your soul in this macabre, senseless milieu. You’ll know there’s joy in living yourself— in living as you want to, in loving whom you want to.