When I am alone and sitting silently, I sometimes hear a strong wind howling inside of me.  And deep down, in the center of my belly, I feel a fire crackling and roaring.  There is winter in my bones and warmth in my soul.  The wolves howl.  A lonely beautiful song.  I feel rain behind my eyes and bright lightning cracks and booms in my mind.
The grass grows.  The grass grows.
When I run, I imagine my feet are lightly toeing over pools of water - waterbugs in midsummer.  I am weightless and free.  I leave trails of perfect circles behind me.  My feet are mud and root and the swift hare that passes over them.
Sometimes, when I sit alone quietly, I feel wrapped in a bright blue sky on a breezy spring day.  A warm golden sun kisses every inch of my face.  The playful puffball clouds bounce around my neck and ears giggling as they chase tag with the sun.  I smile and return my own light to them.
Sometimes, when I sit alone quietly, my heart is filled with a dark navy sky.  Stars like pinpricks dot my visions - both random and meaningful.  The moon hangs low and large.  Her yellow face stares into me making me want to divert my eyes.  I wonder what she is staring at so intently.  I wonder if she loves me.
Sometimes, when I sit alone quietly, I feel the breath of God breathing through me.  I feel my golden heart - a chiming churchbell.  I see bright visions of angels surround me.  In those sacred moments, what can I do but weep?
Sometimes, when I sit in silence, alone, I become the man I really ought to have been all along.