Hearken To The Wind

If you hearken to the wind

It's like hearkening to your dual

As it reverberates rippled mirrorings

On the glass loch that you float 

It shows up

Blows up in your face

Quitting panting murmurs in its place

The wind colours with many brushes

Not specific about whose innocence it touches.

The wind will be your courseless guide

Take you on an untold big dipper ride

Overturning stones like lies that cannot hide

Revealing misconceived serendipities of ill-gotten pride

And so the wind screams as it competes

Engravings of laughter that no one welcomes

And yes there are credences

Of old sagacious Indian leaders 

That our story is written in the wind

Weather thrashed, abraded, but not able to countermand

The sheets of the Master Journal as they dwindle.

With Eden endings so well laid 

Will get you to listen to the wind

You'll hear divulgences of those who transgressed

And when the wind stops blowing 

A quietness for you will be all-knowing 

It will corroborate all that's been vocalized

Put embowed concepts safely in your head

That which is known as tranquillity

A tranquillity you don't want to liberate

Bought to you civility and gentility of the mind.