The wind’s path
Can’t be written.
Neither ink nor blood
Will code the wind
Here is my home
Inside the wind
And where I belong
Is the wind’s core
Don’t ask for me
In fields or houses,
On the streets or mountains
Or among companions
Nothing I am is usable
Indeed I am so changed
By the wind, soon I’ll have
Become invisible.
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Where I belong….
The quintessential question of our existence. And you have responded with elegant simplicity that speaks to our fears…
Reblogged this on Laughing Penguins and commented:
This is a blog that’s rich in colors of think and feel. Take a look…
That’s what I will think today, feel today, breathe today. The wind has no name and no face… and no judgements to pass: ‘good’ / ‘bad’. I love it. Reblogging it. Have a good weekend!
Thank you mj, for pointing me to this blog. Now I can have the pleasure of enjoying the words of two wonderful poets, sitting in my home “inside the wind”.
I share in the same fears as anyone else. Life and all existence is transitory. I’ve felt this in the wind, our life it that which brushes through the trees. Sometimes it accompanied with sadness and other times glad.
Thank you Meena for sharing my thoughts on your blog and with your friends. It is a wonderfully kind gesture and one I’m deeply touched by. Have a great weekend and time with your family. Many blessings…
I agree! We live somewhere between poignancy and wistfulness.
Calm and so full of meaning. Delighted to have been led here by Meenakshi :-)
Thanks so much for visiting. I’m following your urge to wander http://theurgetowander.wordpress.com
Best wishes to you.
Thanks so much for visiting Vijayakumar. I’m following your wordpress.com blog
Best wishes to you.
Very beautiful. Came here through reblog at Laughing Penguins…
Nice lines. I envy you, living right in the centre of the wind. Hot line there.
Caught wind of your scent and followed across two blogs. Hehehe.
Hi Rafina, thanks for dropping by, I’m following your blog now. Very interesting
I just love this one! superb poem, Lee.
groetjes, Francina
I particularly love this one. It’s simplicity. It’s oneness with our selves and nature….good to read it again
Thank you, I think Mr Bob Dylan, is in here somewhere – his poetry is imbued in my own, subconsciously.
You’ve touched directly upon my feeling, we are one with natural world, and if we allow it teaches us the wisejourney to move with it.