The wind perpetually sways about, touching everything it can, speaking, listening, feeling - it encompasses all that the eyes sees and doesn't. In the blackness, a noise is heard the trees after their part-sleep, awaken. They talk. They feel. They share. Through their leaves they tell their tales. Tell everyone who's listening about their life and times, about their work, in those moments they are more human than ever. They breathe, sigh and live; they live like humans (who) have forgotten how. Standing tall, these creature speak of love, of passion, of hate. The wind, their lover visits them each and every day - hugging them, kissing them. These lovers stand forever together, always talking, sharing, making love.
In the center of conception, I stand; a witness. Nothing is to be seen, just felt. The darkness surrounds, filling all void noises around - distant dog barks, few small crashes, faint sound of horn blowing in the distance - make for subtle disruptions. And then, in this darkness is heard - a story, a tale, a song. The wind hearing several things, bringing with it all the stories from various parts of land, arrives. A burdened heart it has, and in the arms of its lovers it relieves itself. It speaks all that is on its mind, shares all the secrets in its heart, let's go of all it has. In that moment, I feel life. I feel love. I feel.
It's not the lightening bolt that strikes your heart. It's not about women you admire; it's not about her deep eyes, her flowing hair. It's not about physicality of love' or what is apt defined as lust. It's something more. It is that moment when all that matters is hearing her voice, all that is worthwhile is her smile, all that is, is her. It's the love that a mother, who suffers nine moths of sheer agony,feels towards that child of hers which she bores with (in many cases) the love of her life. It is the emotion that the wind, feels when it touches the land, the trees and all on it, and makes them come alive. It is the emotion that god felt when He/she created man/women. It is something so pure, so real,so utterly divine that nothing matches up to it.
In these moments of silence, of experience the wind glide, of living in blackness that light dawns upon. Just standing there listening to every sound made by the wind in it's path of life, I feel free. The emptiness in my heart is gone. The darkness fills you, and it feels as if you're being sucked in. And when you let go, when you let the wind speak to you, seduce you, you fall. It's a fall like you've never experienced before. It's a fall where you don't worry about the end, as there is none. It is a deep endless pit and you fall till death comes to great you. You feel free; a kind of freedom that cannot be defined in words, a kind of freedom that only God can have, a kind of freedom that only love can provide. And so you fall. And so i fell. never to return.
