Winds that blow

Close your eyes and embrace the wind

Embrace yourself and your thoughts

Love Earth, yourself, and others, and plant your feet in the soil of life

Once I was whisked away by the wind

I swirled and flowed and lost myself—lost my thoughts—lost my worries

I came down peacefully

I let myself hit the soil of life and came back to the world with a purpose—a standard for myself to hold close to.

Winds can push you around

Rip you from your roots

Throw you somewhere new.

Winds can draw people together and inspire new beginnings.

Winds can pull people apart and scatter their thoughts and feelings

And winds can bring new hope.

Often people get lost

They begin to drift away

They have let winds snap their roots and drag them to the gates of hell

Some people plant their roots deep in the soil of life, and they let their roots extend into the deep infinity of a lifetime, collecting experiences through their roots like water.

Winds blow. 

They steal.

They kill.

They offer. 

They collect.

They separate.

They gather.

Some winds blow gusts of love, while others blow hate.

Some people use a fan to strengthen their blow.

You may get caught in someone else’s blow.

Yet, through it all, you must plant your roots and stay still until you can feel your blow. 

Then you shall get whisked away. 

Whisked away by the winds that blow.

Whisked away by Winds That Blow.