Whispering Winds

 

Whispering winds through the window of my soul,

Gently asking me, "What is your true and final goal?

Looking around at all I see,

Assuming it is all just for me --

While it whispers sweetly to my soul --

"Don't you want to be set free?"

 

At the mountain top the flying ants put on their best wedding show,

So much to see, so much to know…

 

A long reflective walk back down through the blooming meadows of ancient green,

And then a quiet beckoning sunset that finally burst it's love deep within me.

I pray you, too, discover exactly what I mean.

Because deep down inside, I think, we all yearn so much to be finally set free.