The Gentle Wind

Gentle wind blow through mind
Low clouds hang over mountain
Trees drink mist and stretch into the Earth and the sky
Bolstered by warmer weather
Water sits in lake at foot of hills covered with trees
Surface ripples wind blows water towards the shore
The lake is alive
The water is deep and cold
The air above the lake is alive
It is full of moisture, full of energy, it is prepared to become apart of the Earth
It moves and shapes the Earth, and is moved and shaped by the Earth
It is spun by the forces of the Earth
It itself is a force of the Earth
It carries sound and thought and feeling"
It carries memories
It carries silent words
That shape our bones and turn our thoughts
The Earth speaks to itself across itself through the air, through the sky
The human heart hears the rumbling of the Earth
It sees through the eyes of the Earth
It is of the Earth
We are of the Earth
We are the Earth
We are the wind
We are the water
We are air moving across the land
We are all the movement here
It is us and we are it
How many are aware of this birth?
We are not who we think we are
We are the Earth
We are not ourselves
We do not belong to anything
We have no home
We have no point
No place
No anchor
There is nothing to grasp
We are openness and the movement of openness within itself
The burning light does not belong to us
It burns without us
It burns
So much to learn about the self
So much and so little