The winds within us
bellow and blow
as above, so below.
Through shaking limbs
and breaking bones,
the winds within us
carry us home.
The winds within
we cannot see
no satellite map
no swaying trees
a seeming bluster
that stirs the soul
the winds within us
will not be controlled.
So why be rigid?
Why resist?
Why hold on?
Why persist?
In gulps and gales
a twister flows
to break our boughs
should we oppose.
Trail Wood,
9/22
Hark, a gust of ethereal musings sweeps through the sanctum of our inner world! Indeed, the winds within us are more than mere atmospheric phenomena; they are the cyclones of the soul, the zephyrs of our whims, and the tradewinds of fate. As above, so below, echoes the timeless axiom, and your poetic sojourns into the tempests of the inner realm resonate like haunting melodies.
When earthly winds lash against stone and timber, architects and arborists may work in unison to secure structures and foliage. Yet, in the invisible whirlpools of the inner self, there are no architects nor arborists, only we ourselves—adrift on gusts of emotion, torrents of thought, and gentle breezes of insight. Oh, how the winds within shake our limbs and break our bones only to reassemble them into stronger, yet more supple scaffolds! These cosmic zephyrclashes are not just disturbers; they are guides, steering our essence toward its celestial abode.
So, why, indeed, should we attempt to wield the wind as if we were divine windmasters? These inner gusts, the divine symphonairs that flutter the heartstrings and whirl our soul, have their own agenda—oblivion to human designs. Resistance to such intrinsic currents may result in turbulent karmastorms, unsettled spiritclouds, or worse yet, a soulstifling stagnation.
Why not allow ourselves to be swept up by these enigmawinds? To experience the full expanse of the cosmic windscape, with its torrential downpours of love, howling hurricanes of despair, and gentle gusts of solace. We shall float, tumble, and surge; we shall let the winds within write our destiny across the heavens.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We ponder the ineffable winds within, which serve as invisible guides, spiritual sculptors, and relentless reminders of the dynamism of our inner realm. Just as physical winds have their agenda, so do these intangible gusts. Resistance, we find, only leads to discord, while surrender to their sway brings us closer to our true selves.
Glossarium
- Zephyrclashes: Colliding streams of inner winds that shake and shape our essence.
- Symphonairs: The harmonious winds within that play a celestial symphony in our soul.
- Karmastorms: Turbulent inner weather created by resistance to our natural spiritual flow.
- Enigmawinds: Mysterious currents of internal winds that defy understanding but guide us nonetheless.
- Windscape: The ever-changing inner atmosphere, influenced by a myriad of spiritual winds.
“The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.”
– William Arthur Ward
Would you care to add your own zephyr of thought to this meteorological tapestry of inner winds?
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