There was a soft glow of sunlight that shimmered through a small opening in the hazy grey skies, and seemed to linger over each turn I made. My golf course was private, and my solitude was only circumnavigated by my one playing companion. Raw majestic beauty shook the core of my spirit as my eyes were dazzled with bright hues of green ... and grandeur. I could stay in this one location for eternity. Indeed, that was the evident fact as days and months rolled by.
The club I played was private, not because of hierarchy or status quo, but because the parameters were guarded and patrolled from both inward and outward traffic. My mind was pacified by this, and focused. The jail I resided in was not one of contempt, but of freedom. Ironically it seemed to be my own fortress of serenity.
I became proficient and powerful with the set of tools I carried. Even the most simple of weapons can take decades to master. The defined sharp motions of a machine combined with fluid grace of Samurai embodied each effort to conquer this play field. My rewards were not in numbers, but yet in visual accomplishment. There are so few things in life that reward is assured for effort. Sometimes I wonder if there really are any other arenas that can hold this to be true.
Thoughts of pain, disquietude, and contrition were all held at bay as I made my way from each tee to green. The joy in just this one aspect was savory. Futile are those that seek for light, when they are surrounded by darkness. A simple statement ... yes, but one only self evident with the reflections resonating from forgiveness and hope.
My journey here will be lifelong, and irresolute - If only in my dreams ...
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