On a windy day,
if I close my eyes and open my ears,
I live beside the sea,
though this sea is only waves of wind
surging and ebbing,
a rolling surf of air
swishing through pine needles,
washing over elm leaves,
splashing the fronds of bamboo.
It’s the nature of Nature
to echo herself,
the sea in the wind and the wind in the sea.
Or a bird that chirps like a yipping dog
(or perhaps it’s the dog who yips like the bird).
A leaf that echoes the shape of wings,
wings that echo the shape of feathers,
feathers that echo the shape of feelers
on a fancy, flamboyant moth.
Leaves that echo the scent of lemon
or cat pee.
But it’s the sea in the sound of the wind
that silences me,
sparks my dreams,
carries me to distant shores,
to time outside of time.
I suspect that this present moment
is itself an echo
– kh –
Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.
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