The wind in the bending pines <br />flushes my thoughts <br />and clears my mind. <br />Sitting on this Earth-body <br />my body bends like <br />a blade of grass. <br />And a blade of grass has <br />no thoughts of yesterday or tomorrow. <br />Just the sun on my face, <br />just the sky in it's perfect grace, <br />this time, this moment, my perfect place. <br />When black-feathered Raven casts <br />down his shadow for me, his <br />spread wings simply mould and bend <br />in perfect form with the wind. <br />Lifting up, now down, like <br />a rogue thought in my mind, his flight <br />merely a gust, a chance whim <br />breezing through time. <br />Now like a tree without roots <br />I can outstretch my limbs <br />and so freely, without question <br />I again bend back and forth in the wind. <br />A tree will not carry sorrow <br />in it's branches, no, the wind <br />will take the blooms and the tears. <br />She will wipe clean this wooden body <br />of dead leaves and dead fears. <br />No sounds here now but this lovely wind-song, <br />that lifts my cares and blows them along. <br />With the leaves and the birds <br />and the clouds in the day, <br />I watch my worries being carried away. <br />Here, with the wind, is where my spirit is found. <br />And here, with found wind spirit, <br />is where I wish to stay.<br /><br />Tara Crown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-4/
