I want to be a round Rock,
rolling across the ground with purpose and force,
unhindered, unencumbered, unmoved from the course
straight ahead.
Solid and calm inside,
fed by the motion of moving
Forward,
around and around.

Then I want to Stop

and be the Wind for awhile,
blowing this way and that,
touching anything that beckons,

Kissing the Sky.

I will hold willing leaves for a time, then gently let them fall;
I'll make love to the lusciously silky light petals that tremble under my airy fingertips.
Laughing with the dust clouds that swirl in my arms,
whispering my secrets to the seeds that cling to me
before setting them down to begin their becoming,
I'll be invisible

and ubiquitous.

and after I've had a good look around,
a good tumble and dance and caress with all my kindred spirits,
I will go back to being a Rock

for awhile,

Confident on my Path,
because I have the Knowing of the Wind
and the Embrace of the Earth beneath me.