The Wind Of Change
The Wind Of Change
is coming.
Long before
the first light flutterings
the lightest touch
the first and smallest movement
is perceived,
there is a sense of listening -
it is coming.
No.
You are not imagining this.
You are not mistaken.
You know, of course you do
in parts that know such things
that no matter where,
no matter when,
or just how far away
it may have been,
it has begun
and it is coming.
Smile and close your eyes,
led your head fall back
and draw the sharp clear air
into your nostrils now
You can really think
that you can smell it -
glacier clear and bright
for it has travelled over
snowy mountain tops
where nothing moved for centuries
or so it seemed -
the wind of change
it took the spirit and enfolded it,
it took the messages
the mountain rocks
and ice threw high aloft
and carries them within
and then the scent of forests,
pine and blue skies overhead,
the sunlight so direct and honest,
nothing there between a one
and the creator, nothing
to preclude a view so far and sweeping
over elder forests and the silver rivers,
and each one gives blessing
and gives greetings
to the wind of change.
And so it travels over oceans
tastes the blue and green
and gold of secret sandy coves,
the feather wing brush touches
of the palm trees swaying,
dancing tropic rhythms
and all this is coming now,
there is no need for you or me
to move at all,
just listen,
extend your senses far and wide
and make us ready to receive
the wind of change,
for it will come and bring with it
the scents and tastes
of foreign markets, foreign fruit,
rich with spices and desires,
nightblue desert skies
and songs that were already ancient when
the ancient ones did sit and listen,
and they watched
the whirling stars above.
What treasures!
Oh what riches will be ours
when we can rise
and meet the wind of change
wide open and accepting,
dressed in clothes of billowing white –
like fisher's nets,
like webs we spread ourselves
we spread our wings
to let the wind of change pass through us,
tell us of the splendours
it has brought and share its riches,
share its wealth with us who
waited for this moment to arrive –
we knew that it would come
and never truly did abandon
our sense that we were right to think
that it would come in our direction.
And of course,
of course we knew that it would come ...
... and here it comes ...
The wind of change
and all its eons worth of riches
and of unimaginable feelings,
of sensations silk upon your living skin,
the softest angel wing
across your cheek and neck,
the light of all the stars
is softly streaming to your eyes
and wisdom white is entering your web of life,
as whispering now turns to rushing
and delight is rising, lifting you
and you are riding on a wave of life and love,
a wild reality of beauty
as you never thought you could conceive –
A wave of here and now,
so wide it sweeps across the universe
and carries you as well as all there is
and all you need to do is
be here and remain here
for enlivenment
and life itself is here,
enough for all and shared by all,
the wind of change is here
and now
and always
and eternal.
Silvia Hartmann, 2004 |
