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03/11/09 - (3)
The Wind
Every once in a now-and-again while, You get an exhilarating feeling, in your spine, That clues you in, cues you, that it's time to get moving, Redefine, redescribe your life, Who you think you have and haven't been, might be.
It's just one of those fugitive intuitions you get When least expecting such a gift, Like a sinuous wind whispering into your dreaming ears, From a distance beyond imagination and illusion, Beckoning you to follow, forget all consequences.
And it's then, if you're gutsy and possess enough luck, That adventure and exploration coalesce And discovery leads you to fresh realizations, about your future, You couldn't possibly have accessed, seconds, eons earlier — Unformed universes just waiting to meet you halfway.
Tonight, your spine (your divining rod) Is vibrating with electrically dynamic, scintillant sensations, As if a lightning bolt pulsating inside it Were igniting your entire essence, with invisible fire — An ineffable sign that it's time to become the wind.
03/11/09 - (3)
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