Whispers of the Wind

One late afternoon I walked out of my flat and without a sense of direction in mind
I allowed my feet to take me for an adventure.
In the city that I live now I was surrounded with a myriad of noises.
People walking with a stride that appeared to have a purpose;
Cars and motorbikes zipping along the streets;
and for a second my feet stopped and I observed the lively activities.
In that second I became aware of my state of consciousness
and immediately my feet started to move again.

My mind was silent.
My heart was still.
My body felt as if it knew where it was going.

I kept my pace and without knowing I entered the realm of enlightenment.
It was then I noticed the breeze coming from behind.
Through this I had felt a surge of energy spark inside.
My wavy hair flying around my face as it responded to the wind.
And I kept on walking.

The last time I listened to the wind
it spoke to me in a language that I did not speak
and yet my heart understood what it was saying.
I smiled then as I remembered the beauty of the connection
I had felt with a friend I hadn't seen for a while.

I quietly walked and opened my senses
and the wind became stronger and I felt closer to it.
I knew what was going on around me
but at the same time I was in another plane of existence.

“I remember you”, my soul whispered.
“Let's play”, I felt in my heart.
“Make the wind stronger”, my spirit teased.

I felt a hug so pure with delight that my feet walked on air.
As I gently felt the ground below me once again
the wind responded with playful leaves spinning into a circle
as I observed with eyes of wonderment.

I kept on walking and I pursed my lips and blew a kiss--
it was then when I said my silent goodbye
and the wind knew we would meet again.

'Til next time my dear old friend.