There are these special winds,
You’d know them very well
If you ever stood nearby the sea,
Or atop a mountain hill
These special winds are crisp and clean
endowed with powers which go unseen
their gusts will cleanse your universal self,
passing through you with ease
On your porch, late at night
on the first warm day of spring
After a day that felt almost as long
as those frigid months gone by
Mother earth will bring to you;
with her shamanic breath;
collected from the ocean’s shores
and tops of every cliff
She will gather their power.
their energies and gifts
as they kiss your cheeks, and clear your mind
your gratitude growing deep within
When you think her generosity will surely cease
those special winds grow even stronger
and as that last bluster grazes your tingling skin,
you faintly hear the Mothers voice inside your ear
Whispering,
“I love you,
oh so much,
my dear”
