What does it mean to be the wind?
What’s hidden from all within skin?
As shadows blow, my mind enfolds,
Seeking what’s real from pure feel
What is a thought that’s unseen?
Does it exist outside dreams?
Unless brought to reality,
It’s just mental fatality.
What is a man but a ghost?
Brought to life, by names in a toast
As he passes though life,
Seeking love after strife.
What is a life without fear?
When love is the thing shining clear.
Savoring every pleasure,
Enjoying life’s treasure.