the winds words

[from 17 december 2008]

The wind, blowing through the
alleys, streets, buildings, windows, screens, cracks above, under and on the sides of doors
speaks to us.
Her language is foreign even to the birds she carries. She speaks of distant things - far off evils and the good that wards them off.
She speaks of a Creator, of Love; telling stories through the leaves, grasses and mountain passes.
She careens and bends to pour out the stories of old. She holds the past and rushes forward the future in present movements.
In her absence we find both comfort and fear.
In her gusts we experience surprise. She tears down. She builds up.
Her medium is sand, leaves, earth, water, and foam.
She thrusts snow from mountaintops and rivers are made.
In her movement, years are destroyed.
Memories overthrown.
In her is power.
In her is gentleness; the fresh breath of life give to each creature.
She caresses the faces of children in the sun and lifts their bodies and spirits on rainy days.
She dances in the fields and inspires flowers on their way.
She moves light.
In her many desires are birthed.
In her, fear and joy meet, elated.
She carries tears and drops them where life may be found.

Listen to her words; patiently.


[also, happy new year! if you read this, thanks - i hope you enjoy; if you don't and just stumbled upon it, cool... peace to y'all]