I am the wind
If my touch blows you away
& you get all caught up in your 
thought maze that’s not my 
fault

the second time I will touch you
you will only think that you experience
the same and surrender to the memory 
of "me" NOT me

I am the wind if you capture me 
keep me prisoner in your glass bubble
I then become deadly for you That’s not 
my fault

If you then release me and shut me out
You will become as deadly to yourself
As I became

I am the wind stay in the eye of the storm
inside my embrace and see what happens
while you regain your strength see what
happens when you are just in the way of
something bigger than you –that you are 
still a part of. From the remnants of the 
storm which thing will you pick up first
as your very own?

!

I am as You are . . .
I am as you are?
Let me be . . .

as you are?
Just let me be?
What if I go away . . .
?