To Be


The Spirit of the Air spoke to me
No words, not speech, nor hearing
but, instead, the Language of Touch,
My Skin understood perfectly
though I had no Knowing,
and the Revelation of it touched my Soul,
What the Spirit said to me
was all at once a Breeze, a Coolness, a Caress
So Light, yet I could feel the ebb and flow of the syllables,
A Vocabulary of Vortices, stirring the Air
and with each Touch a new Understanding
of what it is to 'Be'
Just 'To Be'
At One, In One, with Me, Myself, My Heart,
The Spirit of the Air Touch-whispered
in my Soul's ear the Wind of Silence
and in this Silence
Deep Joy and Happiness
and Peace.