wind touch

2017 Acting/film/tv Everything / Everyday General Poetry Spirituality

I felt the breeze touch my bare skin in the early morning hours;

an affirmation to my question to Spirit itself.

the universe will reveal itself to you if you will let it

but you must remove human indignation of rushing answers or expectations.

for me, the touch of the wind is the acknowledgment that Spirit is indeed both listening, and responding.

And as the wind told me yes, I knew I was on the right track

and so I began my day.
the phoenix will rise.

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