The wind tattooed in ears,
a song as sweet as birds.
It spiraled gracefully,
hugging cellular walls,
primed to hear wisdom.

Your imprint pulsated
with shades of reason.
Transformed moment
for expansion.

Wind you give life to breath
circulating in lungs,
bridging passageway to heart,
so spirit could be heard.

You carry mystery
that quenches thirst
for understanding.
And hug in dead of night.

Forthwith my words
were marked with gratitude.
With smile of celebration
as I speak daily in tones clear...

Hear! Hear! To being awake
in a sacred human vessel.
To dance not alone.