Thursday, September 1, 2011

The great wind

I'd like to sing a song saying everything. A song that answers every question. A song that holds all pain and fear in the cup of its hands.

Blowing on it softly.

Dispersing it like dandelion fluff.

A song that will say with the Ojibwe that even when I walk around pitying myself, a great wind carries me across the sky.* About how I know this great wind but would like to know it much, much better. About why can I sit in stunned silence, trying to listen to the wind just going everywhere.


*) Traditional Ojibwe saying, apparently.

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