move

Today the winds came..not those gentle caresses but the knock-you-over and jerk-you-around kind. Cold fingers grabbing at the wagon tops and snapping colors.. giving them life and sound. Wake up call in the needle sharp sting against my Central Fire burnt hands. They whisper to me.. call me. I feel my blood surge and rise to meet them in my veins. "Time to move".. they say to me. Always move. Never still. Always forward.. always seeking the next horizon and never quite finding it. I feel a part of them today.. as if they are my kind. Perhaps they are my ancestors .. my brothers and sisters... riding the currents. When I die will I also whisper to those left.. "Move.. move ... move"?

today the winds consume me

It feels good to move today. To acquiesce to the urging.. demanding pushing and tugging. Even the biting edge warms the fire in my heart. I feel as if life is being shoved around and through me. The smells of the bosk.. the sweat and urine and tilled grass and earth smashing up against me. The sounds of their cries and the creak and groan of the wagons buffeting my body as I ride though them.

today the winds consume me

Today I do not feel the challenge to stand against. I do not feel the need to be apart.. no desire to go against the flow. Today I want to be a part of it all. I want to slip into the stream.. ride the current. I want to be a small part of a bigger picture. To feel all the connections give me movement instead of feeling as if they hold me down. The threads though my muscles feel right.. good today. They seem to give me purpose and I do not struggle against them.

today the winds consume me

Today I feel the change.. and it inspires. I do not mourn what once was. I can not feel sorry that the Sky rolls over and begins anew. Today I feel the intake of breath .. not the exhale. I feel my lungs expand without deflating. I do not want to sit and think.. but to move and do. I want to catch the hand of someone special and urge .. demand...bring forth...push forward. I do not want to speak of the past but only of the future. I do not miss yesterday.. I anticipate tomorrow.

today the winds consume me..