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“Expressions, Impressions, and Delicious Treats…” Random Inkling: The Wind

It's like our mind creates the Wind. For what other whimsy isn't derived from the imagination? Created by the mind and directed by the stars. The stars pulsing with information, memory, and delight, bring downward the winds' gaze motioning it toward the daily lives of humanity. Knowing it’s in service, the Wind peers down and into, witnessing our Essence. What is there to know? What does it see? Looking through the eyes of the highest breeze, how invested would it be in befriending humanity?


Does the Wind guide us? As it passes over my skin does it bring me with it? Do I get to soar with it? To glide over the everglades? To slide down a mountain? To dance with the leaves? To cool the seas? Am I with it as it brushes passed smooth lips just before a first kiss? Do I get to bend through a bird’s beak as it sings the morning awake? And, throughout time, whom else has gotten to go along too?


Do I get to know the Wind as well? How many diverse kinds are there? Does one Wind get to travel the entire route of a migrating monarch, or does it take turns with others? Does Wind have culture? Does it carry song? Does Wind know itself? Does it have agency at all? Does it Love? Does it have children? Does it guide its young? What knowledge must it hold? What language might it speak? What secrets can it keep? Does it have an age? If so, how old?


When I breathe does it "travel" me? Do we become One? Are my cells then informed of the kind of day the Earth is having? Does it become informed too? Can it now know what my body needs? How do my cells respond to the Wind my breath takes in? Do they celebrate? Are they thankful? Do my cells rejoice and jape, vibrate, and integrate the Wind's molecules into my being, then into creation, back out into Life? Is this how the Wind breathes too?


Extraordinary…How can I begin to praise you, Wind? Let me know.

 

 

[1] The double dd reflects that the Creator is simultaneously both genders and the whole spectrum of embodiment.


 
 
 

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