“The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear the sound of wind, but cannot tell where it comes from and where it goes.”
This wind here, blows beneath pecan and winding pine. My own skin knows
its soft pulsing, and if so,
indicates a mystery even here
on this patch of earth.
Born of wind, I am
spirit also, and if these trees can whistle His Name, then
i too must whistle in wind!
Jesus was teaching Nicodemus of the spirit; and saying even the natural things point beyond themselves into mystery; similarly, there is birth and growth in the spirit. To be born yes of water, of the natural of earthiness, but also there is a birthing from above. We picture sky itself, as if we could incapsulate its essence. But here is another moment, and instant of the natural that points to a grandeur. The Father wants us to enter and know His Kingdom. This earth and all that is, points towards, and partcipates in this teaching, this revelationing of The Father. The Son, the most incarnate representation–Himself a teaching of who The Father is, preached on, speaking of Himself, he gave the often repeated mantra of mankind–For God so loved the world, that He sent His only begotten Son…Often I forget that Jesus Himself said this verse. He was teaching of the teaching that He Himself is!
When wind comes we want to represent its dimensions, but
by its nature it trails into beyondness. This is His proof to the teacher
that God is spirit, and those who worship Him worship Him in spirit.
I silence myself to catch a glimpse of the tracing of the wind today.
I gather myself below, to perceive what is above, and included in this
wind song, I go on–poem without end.
