The winds came with such force ,
that the water became wildly beautiful and free .
Stone walls and cement slabs are little more than a notion during some moments like these .
Releasing old limbs , the trees do us a favor . They keep themselves alive …and wise and
ready for new growth and new life .
The winds came with such force
that I fell in love with their wildness and recognize the freeness .
Feeling the storm upon my face and more dearly in my heart’s embrace of all that is true .
I celebrate it in ancient experiences carried all the way in the life of each cell .
I release tears , not always for today , but sometimes for moments far off from another time
or for moments still to come .
The wildly beautiful winds that come , they churn things up , bringing freedom as they pass .
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