Collecting Wind

Collecting Wind

 

If you see me all alone

Standing high atop a place

Or between canyon walls

My arms stretched out

Eyes closed in the stillness

My face relaxed and natural

Assume I’m at peace

Please leave me to my own

For I’m collecting wind

And yes, I already know

I have no basket nor bowl

And my hands are still

Yet, I stand there anyway

Collecting wind on my face

Drinking in the invisible magic

The tiniest points penetrating

Finding the minute holes

Slipping into my shirt and cap

Effortlessly and without remorse

Twirling and whirling

Across my hairline

Between my outstretched fingers

Speaking to my soul

Sharing a message of peace

Cleansing and clearing

All that which limits my imagination

Slows my spiritual progress

Holding and hindering

Blinding my eternal visions

So I choose to change

My third eye open wide

My greatest good awaits

Not only me, but also thee

So I’m collecting wind

More than I’ll ever need

But not so much as in greed

I just want to stay clean

Wrapped in the invisible

Making the better me visible

Sending the negativity away

On powerful mountain breezes

A true energy exchange

When we realize and rearrange

A good, bad, and the order of things

How our souls do shine

And our hearts do sing

But if your not certain

Not sure if it is working

Step on up, there’s room for all

Open your arms

And open your heart

Collect some wind

And then listen

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

5 thoughts on “Collecting Wind

  • January 25, 2020 at 1:02 AM
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    Beautiful concept and great phrasing, Ralph. I could feel the wind and feel my spirit soaring as I read your words.

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  • January 26, 2020 at 3:18 PM
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    I like the style and the movement of this poem. Great mixing of image, emotion, story. Well done. I enjoyed “Sending the negative away/on powerful mountain breezes/a true energy exchange…” Jamie

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  • January 31, 2020 at 3:36 AM
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    Wonderful piece Ralph, like a page stolen from my playbook it is…. I can so relate to this.

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  • February 20, 2020 at 2:19 AM
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    I’d love to join you at “collecting wind” Ralph. It sounds like an enjoyable and worthy endeavour. Wonderfully engaging writing.

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