Tuesday, August 26, 2014

on not rushing the wind

the wind comes on its own
no one narrates the story of its origins
it is almost impossible to count the particles it carries
rosebuds, umbrellas, pollen
the breezes of sighs is  its own world
you cannot rush the wind
not for nearness, or for a truth
the wind comes at its own speed,
leaves at its own pleasure-
trust it well, do not rush the wind.

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