Poem on the Wind
I am quite pleased with my experience on BEING in the wind today. This poem will suggest that you allow the wind to be a metaphor – even a fantasy – that allows your pain and suffering to be swept away by the endless, gentle, blowing wind of nature. We all realize that a metaphor or fantasy for cleansing is just that; however, you may be pleased with the brain-mind-body effects of this simple practice.
Here is my poem.
Trees and leaves moving, Slowly with the wind blowing, Like people – countless lives
I sit to witness, Calm winds moving large trees, Each leaf enjoying
As trees move earth moves, Trunks exercise in it all, Strength and depth are one
Small and large trees SWAY, Captive to the winds command, ALL is well here now
Feel the feel of the winds, Touching your skin so gently, Everything is cleansed
Allow the gentle wind, To cleanse your soul’s deep pain, Let go – let go now
Allow the winds to carry, Your pain to far away – go, Just be – feel the wind
Let this wind remove, Your pain to distant places, Never to be felt.
By Anthony R. Quintiliani, PhD., LADC
From the Eleanor R. Liebman Center for Secular Meditation in Monkton, Vermont
Author of Mindful Happiness
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