Giving us false promise of a storm to come,
Some might say, go peacefully, be patient for what you want and it will come.
Maybe. For on some quiet and peaceful days we can. But not today.
of a time of destruction that isn't going to happen.
It was easy to get excited, to stir in our seats like children at the cinema.
Waiting for the show to begin sitting under that very same sky
as if it could not happen here, right here, to us.
We sat there obliviously, unaffected to move in the glee of our curiosity.
We sat there obliviously, unaffected to move in the glee of our curiosity.
After all, it turned out only to be a show.
The wind pushed it's way into the evening, moving tree and limb about in
a dizzy array of power. One could do very little with it but sit as still as you
were able, smiling like a criminal unwitnessed and let it pass us by.
Life has a way of breaking us down as we trod along.
What helps us not break but bend and sway?
Some might say do as the willow does.
Sitting below, I am witness to one that has figured out the wind. They have figured out how to dance in the wind, matching it's passionate fury step for step, using it's rage to aloft itself: the hawk. So I wonder...
How does the hawk maintain it's dizzying heights in the mad wind
What helps us not break but bend and sway?
Some might say do as the willow does.
Sitting below, I am witness to one that has figured out the wind. They have figured out how to dance in the wind, matching it's passionate fury step for step, using it's rage to aloft itself: the hawk. So I wonder...
How does the hawk maintain it's dizzying heights in the mad wind
while looking for prey, doing it's job, whilst pausing mid-air like a machine with precise levers and maneuvers?
Hanging on hover in the sky like a declaration of defiance, right in plain view.
Hanging on hover in the sky like a declaration of defiance, right in plain view.
It does this by facing straight into the wind, shoulders back, wing tips down
and ready for a fight. It doesn't back away, gliding into the quiet of the sky, looking for an easy place to hide.
No, the hawk faces the wind like an old friend acting like a foe.
It does this, by using the wind's every breath and turn like a tool.
Like a mould designed to guide that which it desires right where the user wants.
It does this, by using the wind's every breath and turn like a tool.
Like a mould designed to guide that which it desires right where the user wants.
So this is the secret to life. Head right into the storm of our lives as if
nothing can stop us. Know that it is our right to be here so push past that which is thrown out to deter us. Fly right past it all with defiance and bravado.
For your next meal depends on it.
Some might say, go peacefully, be patient for what you want and it will come.
Maybe. For on some quiet and peaceful days we can. But not today.
When the wind dies down again, as it will, then you can rest on a perch high
above all and sit quietly restoring yourself, patiently.
For now, watch the hawk dive into the wind beak down, talons turned in and a birth right to do so with all the rage in the world summoned.
Go and do the same.
Go and do the same.
7/1/15©DanyaMosgofian
