On the wind
I speak into the air;
Let wind carry imbued breath,
Proclamations over mountaintops,
Impossibly communing with angels;
Whispered through the fingers of trees,
Breezing over their veins.
As I inhale, she, wind, exhales into me,
We breathe together, she hears my utterances,
And keeps my secrets, spreading them everywhere, silently.
In heat, she is the cooling breeze,
Fills my sails to guide me,
I lick my finger, raise it, feel her -
Directional in veracity.
From terrible hurricanes,
To the subtle inner winds;
That mount subtle minds
Throughout the subtle body.
I exhale into you oaths and promises,
Only you know.