Wind passes and we forget


Wind passes and we forget

the wind is blowing tonight
too hard to be able to rest
it’s blowing so I become the wind
i become the night at the ocean
perhaps the thing in my soul


grows weary of the earth
my spirit a free-child without limits
I sense a delight of a far-off place
that’s come upon me now
regardless of life and circumstance


body, neuron, mood, wealth and mate
profession: a hard wind is blowing
it’s taking me, to invisibility
transcendence, judgement, reckoning
in extinction and non-dual being


it makes my soul ache with a calm
how strange, I become the night at the ocean
at the edge of the galaxy, where stars
they are dim and dipping over
inside-out and there God thanks us


for being born and having lived
in most respects, quite ordinarily.