Wind Warrior, I

 Wind Warrior I

Who rides upon the movements of the Air

Far above where mortal man

Forges swords, goes to battle, and dies

My Wars are not of lesser things

Transient, tarnished, vain

I fight not for possessions, power, glory

But for that which is eternal, now, ever

For the healing of nature

Punished for its presence in this human domain

For the Universes

Disrupted, polluted, by the banal posturing of exploration

By ones who cannot find themselves

And yet presume to blindly seek

The Wisdom of the Ancients

In their metal carriages

 And feeble representations of power

I Warrior of the Wind

Listen and hear the faint callings

Of the disempowered, the hurt

And those who cry out in desperate hope

That there is MORE

I beat the battle drums that their faint prayers

May be amplified across all existence

And be heard by

The Greater than I

I warrior of the Wind

Ride the Air and hear

The speaking of the Great One

Clearing the path for the Victors March

Into the very Soul of each

Who seek Wisdom and Knowledge

Not in intellect but in Consciousness and Spirit

Wind Warrior I

Have no resting place

No monument to victories past

My passage is as a wisp of momentary thought

That envisages change, inspires action

Brings awareness

I have no army save YOU

Each of you who opens your eyes

Sees potentials

And SOARS

Ride the wind with me

Bring with you hope and faith

Bear shield of Trust against adversity

Raise Sword of Knowing against despair

Be fleet of foot

That we may move toward

All potentialities

And fly upon the Reality

Of our choices

Wind Warrior I

Call to all who would ride

Upon the Beauty and the Power

Of Being

Come

Defend Consciousness

And the limitless existence that can be

LIFE

Put aside the warring of mortal man

With self and others

Battle rather in and for

The Energy of all Creation

Thought and Being

And in that Consciousness

Become

Wind Warriors WE

And MORE