My Spirit Cries

The ambiance of a quiet summer day is shattered
As a strong wind screams through the forest
Dislodging a leaf from a low hanging tree branch
Twisting - Twirling - Spinning as it falls
Unto the surface of the stream below - Quickly
Being carried away on a pilgrimage unknown
Always moving with the water in random patterns
Traveling at times without any apparent direction
Trapped in whirlpools - Suspended in time as
Rocks and broken tree limbs break the waters flow
Creating obstacles along the pathway of uncertainty
A journey that appears to lead to a random path
To a non specified time and place.

As the wind screams my spirit cries - For like that leaf I am
Seeking direction that does not seem to exist - On a
Journey that encompasses my past and future - Seeking
A place where I may find peace of mind and presence.

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