the wind...(05/13/09)

the wind is a curious thing. i don't think about it very often, i just get mad at when there's too much of it or get mad at it when it's not there. but when it's present in a perfect quantity, do we take time to feel its breath on our skin? or as i tuck my hair back behind my ear, my hair that just a little breath of wind blew out of place into my face, do i wonder where it came from? do we set aside even minutes of our time to lay below trees full in the greening garb of may-springtime, to watch the leaves be moved by this mystery? how in the world does this...thing, this breath, this wind, there's nothing else to call it, it's not like anything else, how does it move leaves? how can it teach leaves to dance? and in teaching leaves this complex footwork, they teach the branches and the shadows. the clouds must be the first to learn. even when the air around you down here on the surface is stagnant, it feel like yours swimming in this mass of paralytic molecules, you have to force them out of your way, if we would just take time to look up above us at the things bigger than ourselves, these cloud bodies alive in the blue sky, we could see that they are moving. that ignites a small spark of hope somewhere deep inside. knowing that even though you don't have any tangible proof it's real and you can't even feel it's reality sometimes, you can see that it's still moving. it's still working and it'll come back down to you eventually. you can count on that. life's not all about you. there are other things that are more important than you right now. that's comforting, knowing that you aren't the most important thing going on in the world right now. but when you acknowledge its presence and the great gift of its being there with you, it's the best. if you take time to feel it breathe on your arm. to listen to its soft voice that calms your spirit. that voice, that breathing fans that small flame that was ignited. it doesn't extinguish it, it intensifies it. until the flame has grown into a huge bonfire of hope inside of you. the fire of humility and hope and passion and present being. when you take time to feel the wind, to hear the wind, just to close your eyes and listen to its truth, you don't want to be anywhere else. if only this could be all of life. if i could be this present, this aware of every hair on my body, of every exposed millimeter of skin. just to lay and ponder the mystery of wind. where does it come from? how does a breeze blow? there are somethings scientific equations can't do justice for me. somethings i'd rather have left a mystery. i don't want to know how the sun gives off heat or how the wind blows. i know that it does and i'd rather sit outside and feel the wind breathe on my skin and feel the rays of sunlight touch my leg and be thankful for them. for where would we be without the wind and the sun? how would the birds fly? how would the plants grow? see, life isn't just about us humans. it's so much bigger than us. if we would just take the time to realize that, we would live so much more alive.