Tuesday, July 27, 2010

On the Air

Maria Kelly

the Breath of the World is not

stoppered in a jar,

or produced with a machine.

the Wind whispers on its way

from Here to Somewhere Else:

it is Nature’s greatest contradiction.

it is neither close nor far.

it is invisible,

and is as unknowable

as the hour of one’s Death.

it is as fleeting and as constant

and as precious as Life.

it moves---and lives:

with everything,

through everything,

in Everything.

1 comment:

Cynthia Schuerr said...

The "Breath of the World", the wind, is to be appreciated.

Beautiful, Maria!:-)