BE QUIET AND LISTEN

 

 

There is a point in all of us

Somewhere in our DNA

Where nature overtakes nurture

And we are able to hear the cry

From our long forgotten past.

 

It is the wind that speaks to us

Beyond our cell-phones and I-Pads

Beyond our tv’s and computers

When everything that consumes our daily lives

Is shut down and there is silence.

Then we can hear the wind.

 

I have heard it and felt it before

But each time in a place of silence

and alone.  The wind. More than a whisper:

A cry, a howl, a roar – a voice

That brings back a clouded memory

Something through a glass darkly

Of a time when I am dressed in skins

Huddled in a cave or blow down shelter

And the wind outside is warning me

Don’t come out. I am strong. I am Nature.

I am god.

the Ol'Buzzard