Open up the closet door,
let the skeleton come out.
With a violent cry and a mighty roar,
strive to overcome your doubt.
Leave your skeleton to roam
freely at its pace and will.
Where he is, there is your home –
a place to rest and to stand still.
Look at his pale blue face
with neither fear nor shame,
Longing for a warm embrace,
into your life he came.
Let him do what he wants,
but you observe patiently.
See what ghosts he seeks and hunts,
know the place where he likes to be.
And lock your soul in that place
where your skeleton had been.
Then a smile won’t leave your face,
anew your life will begin.
*Painting “Funeral Symphony” by Mikalojus Ciurlionis, 1903.