Hear the Wind
Hear the wind;
It speaks with the voices
Of a trillion tongues.
Hear the wind;
It howls with the agonies
Of a trillion wounds.
Hear the wind:
It whispers with the pleas
Of a trillion cries.
Hear the wind;
It carries the hopes
Of a trillion dreams.
Hear the wind;
It reverberates
With the sound
Of every creature
That ever lived.
Hear the wind;
It whispers
Of forever.
Opher 18.2.2024
Every sound that ever was is still there. It spreads out as vibrations in the atoms of the air and ground; vibrations that grow ever fainter but never completely disappear.
In miniscule, imperceptible reverberations everything that ever lived on this planet speaks to us on the wind.
It’s a whimsy.
It will not last forever. Nothing does.
But for now I like to feel connected to the wonder of all existence on this tiny rock. We are connected.
It’s mystical.
Hear the wind. Feel the sun. Touch the ground. We are connected.