i am the wind that kisses

the underbelly

of summer’s foliage,

a royal lineage,

rising in finality

to embrace a human

soul family,

sculpting the dust

into a steady trust

beyond illusory stories.


i am the bridge to

ten thousand gates,

an energy that awaits

with anticipation

the permeation of being,

a primordial seeing

of the unconditioned wind.


i am

the pounding surf of freedom

that sweeps before behind,

cracking the bindings of time.

i stand with bloom in hand

and offer you, man –

a choice.

will you hear my voice?


© M.G. Iannucci 2018

There is always a choice.

Painting: The Flowers of Little Ida by Annael Annelia Pavlova

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