The Wind

The breeze, cool,clear blazes through the open window onto me..ahh what freedom that flow signifies. It rings bells in the distance, rustles leaves in nearby trees, waving, meandering, flowing, the wind moves above, below, up ahead and beyond.

I pause to wonder, how often do we recognise the simplest of things. around us...the trees, birds nests held in their branches.. the light damp grass at our feet, the space between ourselves and other people, other things...raindrops falling to soothe our troubled or ever racing minds...what about light blazing from the sun, the moon..it's like the whole universe is talking to us through all these magical wonders and I wonder how many of us respond in kind, if at all.

I almost feel as if the wind flowing around my ears is telling me something..could they be words I hear..could they be signs of some nature as yet unknown to me? Imagination you say- I think not for I hear laughter, peals and peals of laughter...not just the voices of people but laughter beyond that. Maybe that's just it, the message is of joy, of happiness, the universe is filled with it. There is bliss in this breeze and I accept it's magnificent gift..I send it to you now..do you hear it too? Just listen...