I am reeling with gladness without reason -
in me is a king rising to his feet to receive the Guest in woolen robe;
I am smiled upon from unseen lips
and I sniff the scent of incoming life.
Friend, you've flown by day at altitudes well above all clouds,
you know that the sun is constant, indifferent to climate -
and ceaselessly sourcing in its giving.
Clouds are beautiful, fluffy or dark – and they come,
and they go, joy or bummer – like your moods.
Don't be the clouds, be the sun!
And Friend, may that light ever shine within your heart,
even as you shine within mine.
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