Poetry: My Sister the Wind
I wish the wind could blow once a day, always in this way.
Purifying my shortfalls.
Cleansing my breath.
Renewing my soul.
Touching my skin and pushing pure life force into me.
Making me anew.
Giving me another chance.
I wish the wind would find me, when I can't find myself.
I wonder how the wind carries my power across this landscape?
I can hear the trees giggling as the wind tickles their leaves and brushes their trunks.
"Ohhhhhh it feels so good..." I hear them say.
"Can't get that spot right there, when you're standing still!" they laugh to themselves.
The wind brings me my dreams.
The secrets of my soul.
The song of my purpose.
The cadence of my life.
It is a powerful partner when it needs to be and gentle when my pace has slowed.
The wind takes my prayers and lays it on the door steps of those I love, who don't think of me anymore.
It takes my worries into the galaxies where the higher Gods can convene and arbitrate on my behalf.
The wind pushes into my memory...that time I took flight.
As a young girl with my angels and ancestors.
Laughing and flying.
Flying and laughing.
Weightless and light, from the help of the other side.
Visible only to my little human eyes and my tiny divine soul.
The wind is my sacred sister.
She calls out to me at night.
Arise...
Arise...
She picks me up as I slumber.
I am asleep in this life.
But awake in another.
Healing and mending, what cannot be seen but what requires to be done.
The hurt created in this world, is a debt that must always be repaid and repaired.
I am so tired. She presses me forward.
She puts clouds over my head when the sting of the world becomes too hard and too heavy.
She breathes the sweetness of life against the back of my neck.
And softly kisses me like a mother, assuring me…
All will be well.
I know she will be there when I take my last exhalation.
She is waiting patiently for me to join her.
In that in between place.
When my work here is done.
She will deliver me safely into the quiet expanse.
And our work, will go on.
