The wind has been relentless lately
Strong, sharp, and certain.
It does not ask permission,
Only insists on movement.
Everything must sway, must shift,
Must bend or break.
It tears through stillness
Like truth through illusion.
I hold up my sails,
Let it catch me,
Carry me,
Wherever I’m meant to go.
To resist would be a battle
I no longer wish to fight.
It is easier now to flow
Than to anchor in fear.
Within the storm,
There’s something ancient
A knowing that what stirs without
Also stirs within.
Emotions rise like dust,
Perspectives spin like leaves.
I shelter when I must,
Not out of weakness,
But to honour the strength
It takes to pause.
This, I know:
The wind does not come
To destroy,
But to reveal.
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