Wind has always been there for me
When human language fails.

Luckily, I was taught
The language of air
Before I knew words myself,
Lying there in my crib,
With the window open
And no human touch
Waiting in the wings -
The Wind whispered
Enlightenment
Long before I could know
What absentee parenthood
Would mean to my world.

And everywhere I moved,
Wind was there
To remind me that
All souls are the same,
We all drink from the same well,
And we breathe.
We all breathe.

04/18/2015

Posted on 04/18/2015
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