The Wind

The Wind Speaks...I listen

I do not simply feel the wind upon my skin.
I feel it stirring in my soul.
I feel it dancing through my veins.
I feel it moving energy through my body
blues and golds like waves twirling, dancing, swaying…

I hear it singing through the tree tops—songs of old,
the whispers of wisdom long forgotten…but not lost.
Hiding in plain sight.

Tonight, it speaks to me of freedom—
the freedom of becoming, of being...
The peace that comes with loving, valuing,
and accepting oneself completely.

I am continually humbled
by the depth of love the Earth has for us—
How she wishes for nothing more
than for us to love and accept ourselves entirely.
Wishing only for us to bathe in her love and abundance,
sink into her,
allow her to love and nurture us.

I breathe in…
I am free.
The wind takes me...
I am free.