The Wind – Fellowship of the wind –

“It’s the questions we can’t answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he’ll look for his own answers.”

– Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man’s Fear

 

I could feel the strength of the wind.

Fresh, dark, mystical wind.

On the shadowed side of the steep mountains,
clouds hovering, the wind teasing,
making smoke tails.

Strange feeling, exhilarating yet,
peaceful, almost entrancing,
the wind in my hair.

Smells, fresh, moist, sounds of a tree,
a falling comrade in the green forest,
all carried by the wind.

How is it that I fit in this mystery?
How is it I’m taken by this wind?
Like a seed carried away from my past,

by an ever present but constantly changing wind,

Dropping me pleasantly down

to finish my here and now.

Brother wind and I take flight.

Also published in Broowaha

First published in Opinions Of Eye

10022011