Swept Aside

And then at once I am
The wind,
Having swept aside
Illusion’s form –
And joined my spirit to the
Breeze.

~

We could run like this - joined to earth and air by common bond of motion. We would be a singular caress in the absence of form. In the pure essence of all things there is only stillness - and then a wish to know the brush of air against itself. From essence comes motion. We run to know ourselves as caress and caressed, as motion against stillness and creator and creation. Distance brings us to the edge of form - one more step - and we know.....

Peace,

Eric