do you feel the wind
whispering, shouting (the same thing)
what will it take?
has the wind become
your restlessness, your creased brow
as you wonder
where it all goes
do you not feel the storms of time
dislodging little bits, only to show
off how very fragile this idea
or that idea is
do you not stop and question how
unimportant the important things are?
how much you take for granted
that this is all there is
can you bring a smile to your face
to know that all you cherish is
immaterial, and that everything is
perfect as it is. Can this contradiction
create a long enough pause
to ask the wind to keep blowing?
Tags: 2008, consciousness, spiritual evolution, truth
