I started off with the breath
but it felt too small
too localized
and yet too heavy
drawing air
in and out
the unconscious made conscious
and so I changed
course
increased the speed
the same thing
air moving
the wind
outside blows cold.
I watch the way the leaves move
birds glide
hover
move through
creating their own
dashing hummingbirds
and riding the eddies
of wind
red tail hawk hovering in the
sky
soaring
waiting
to dive for their prey.
The wind creates waves
if too close
choppy
white caps
the ocean a turbulent
frothy mixture
but farther away
the energy of the wind
transformed to waves
a perfect set
and another
a wave
crashing
riding
feeling the air
down the wave
cold water
wind.
Yet standing there on a bluff
the feel of the wind
blowing against you
the breath of the earth
forming weather
bringing rain
moving warmth
and our breath
in and out
every day.
When do we pause to consider?
The miracle
of the wind blowing
the breath
entering
and leaving our body.
We are so lucky
Gratitude
for the air
moving
around us
inside us
our breath
the wind
of change.