I Am the Wind
I am the wind;
a tempest tossing leaves and rain;
I move, re-arrange things as I please.
On dark, damp nights,
I bring energy and light;
yet, I’ve never claimed to,
be a performer.
My whims are a surprise;
my tantrums, terrifying
and I bring forth many changes
and emotions.
The non-discriminating adventurer
that I am, I touch every living thing;
man and beast cower, at my command.
As Mama Nature’s eldest son;
I control my siblings well;
commanding fire and water.
I teach them to be strong
And we elements are within you.
You mobile batteries may
create artificial light and darkness;
among other opposites that,
attract and without whom,
duality would not exist.
Non-duality is a mind-numbing movie;
short-lived and perfectly useless;
an empty stage, left to rot.
I am the wind and I blow where
and how I please with,
all at my mercy.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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