Be like the wind

Physical thing, curling, gracefully swirling, wistfully twirling,

willfully wandering, surrounding that which is its pondering,

 submerging life’s offerings with its invisible state of things.

Changing arranging its shaping from its committed draping,

escaping its shapeless physical desires.

Destined to be restless its passion arrests us,

its wisdom then tests us.

Could we ourselves become the shape of  a fire?

We must be like the wind.