When the Wind Blows
When the wind blows
I can feel it rolling across my skin
I can feel it going somewhere although I don’t know where
It blows and blows until the sun no longer shines
I am standing outside looking upon the sky
So serene, so beautiful, so blue
The clouds roll by as the hours turn into days
Night falls and I fall asleep
What more can I ask for
Than for such a world as we have been given
For all the pain and suffering I see
There is a moment of wonder for each instance of darkness
The darkness creeps and lingers
Sneaking up on my fragile mind when I least expect it
When I am least prepared and able
It comes and goes the same as the wind
I feel deep into my soul
Deep into the recesses of my mind
Deep into the dark depths of my heart
And I find some small traces of light
Each one of us has a choice during the moments of dark
Shall we cease to look for the beauty?
Cease to look for the small moment of joy that is bestowed upon us
A gift and a curse this life is
It is nonetheless what we have
Either we find the beauty or let the dark grasp our hearts in its iron grip
The wind blows and blows
We can choose to follow it with a sense of wonder
Or feel anger and sadness at the purposelessness of it all
Where is the wind going
When will it rest
Our hearts are the same
Winds of mood, winds of emotion, winds of hope
East, west, north, and south
At times it rips me apart
At times I find the space in between each
A serene and calm place it is
And say thanks to each for its creation
I am thankful to be alive
I love myself
It is what I have found as the most basic aspect of my existence
I am a part of the world
And it is a part of me
The wind carries me as it would a leaf and I smile
For it may be that I am giving purpose to the wind
Or perhaps the wind is indifferent to my plight
Nonetheless, we are one in the same
Zazzo
Zazzo's Well 