There’s so much more

Of the Air than

Just gases,

It’s a windy day

Force

Transmuting

Millenniums of programming,

The Wind

Animates all dead things,

Opening and closing gates

To invisible visitors,

Plastic bags flying high,

Feathers dance like snow flakes

On land untouched by winter,

Observe the scare-crow

When conducts

The orchestra of Winds -

Listen to the New sound

Silence:

And meet The Observer

The Undividable – The Man – I AM.

Gives life to all dead things

Paper flowers flying under

The feet –

Scentless and mouldy

Like the mind

The guider of past,

A curved feather

Rolled by the wind,

To the onlooker

A runner on the road –

The athlete

In Truth – mirage

Projected by the Trickster.