Entering The Wind - 2007

In autumn the year I was ten, playing with leaf-piles in a neighbor's yard, the wind called

and I knelt on the grass and entered the wild windy breath as it entered me,

and I knew mySelf for a moment

and it was over, and never finished yet for eternity.

In winter the year I was, oh, thirty something, walking over the hill crunching through the crusted snow, wind blustering, biting at the outside of me, calling the inside, I felt drawn

to a group of pines, to one pine, which entered my dreaming mind and spoke to me..

This pine invited me to be a tree, to own my pine-ness, to participate in bark and needles and allowing of the wind to move right through my branches, and so

I became this, this pine treeness,

I became it,

and learned once again the way to love the wind.

Who could understand this? This invitation to the Dance?

All I know is Love, when it's True, has this way of inviting you to be it, while it is you.