“The life of this world is wind
Windblown we come, and windblown we go away.
All that we look on is windfall.
All we remember is wind.”~Charles Wright
In the fallout of my repeating steps
lives are transformed. I don’t feel different
sitting with my windfall, doing my reps
in the dance of morning. The inference
now I’m a millionaire, I won’t settle
in squalor is felt by astute watchers.
Through all the crashing towers, my mettle
tested again and again. Plan botchers
or a heavy karmic debt, it’s all me.
I’ve tried, I’m here to stay. I cannot flee.
In neutral, I breathe serendipity
and manifest through doubt and fear debris.
Featured image: A 450+ year-old oak tree I communed with yesterday sends blessings.