Windblown

A long stretch of road leads to a horizon

but once there the road leads back to a horizon

and so we look up to the sky’s endless sky

and know the journey begins within ourselves

Simple windblown moments

settle upon the breathing anticipations of life

for who knows which way the wind blows

or where the leaves fall

it is in these moments

these random fragments of chaos

where lives the heartbeats

the blood and the passion of her majesty

Imagine if you will

a stillness of silent solitude

waiting for the rain

to drench the bark of time’s forest

where, in the dark mulch

there lives the soul of her creation

waiting for the wind

to disperse her pollen of enlightenment

Like a bubble of air, our lives are fragile – windblown

so breathe deep of your bubbles

and let your soul smile

for as we rise we see the shadows of our past

falling away to our future

to our found spirits, our humanity

and our hopes of finding

sunrise waiting beyond the gate