Against me - the wind reveals not a solid wall of bone and flesh but an
illusion weighted by thought and form. I run heavy into the wind.
There is met resistance - my will and body fighting the very
nature of the wind. I will lose. The wind has no will and
doesn't fight. I place my limits against a force with no
agenda but to simply be.
There is no fight.
Only a moment caught in an illusion.
I can't give up form (yet) but I too can refuse to
fight. I can simple be.
No less than the wind - I am a force belonging to
nature. My power is letting go and allowing
the wind its presence without the
weight of my opinion.
I run into the wind.
Lightly.
Peace,
Eric
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