from wind to wind
i've moved through life
Rarely blowing my own breath
just taking what was provided
i allow perceptions to settle
into my blood and
course through my veins
blue sky and storms
are all the same
water is mostly wet
but the wind dries
and provides energy
over and over
to move from
here to there
where ever that may be
with little thought
but considerable feeling
allowing for all things
to settle into compassion
just google my love
and you'll find me
somewhere on the road
...george, i am in love w/ the lilt of this one, love the respect, tip o' the tam to all natural things, sorta following the haiku masters of old...good show, ol' chap!...peace, charlie
your poetry is a road on which it is a pleasure and a delight to venture off and meld into the varied horizons and who cares if I never come back, though there be intimations of a dinner gong way off in the distance.
