Blowing breezing consciousness
Two energies juxtaposed
Are but One.
There is nothing else.
Justice words give naught
To afternoons pondering our existence.
Speak wind softly the rustle.
Mild summer days.
Cool breeze afternoon showers.
Stormy Mondays.
Steeped in Just Being.
Synchronicity’s break time pieces
To the Deja Vu of dreamtime.
Ring bells.
Where from you chime to me.
From all around.
Another gusting leaf
Or floating feather
So properly placed.