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06/29/09
Oracle Wind
This northern Wisconsin wind Is an oracle more primal than any I've ever heard. For the past three days, it's consulted with my sensibilities,
Whispered of distant simplicities, high in the swaying trees, Deep in the whiplashing pines' needly tufts, Between the argenteous clusters of fluttering birch leaves,
Stroked the lake's serrated face, with rough love, Flowed over and under the cantilevered wings Of bald eagles, gulls, and turkey buzzards.
And I've listened intently, intuitively, Knowing that by doing so, with humbleness, faith, and hope, I just might locate the source of its nuanced wisdom,
Translate the mysteries and secrets it keeps hidden From all but those curious few who, like me and you, Crave being embraced, spoken to, by the wind.
06/29/09
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