Wind, where are you

coming from and

what is your destination?

I wonder.

Who are you meeting

on your travels and

what are your observations?

I ponder.

Do you find kinship

love and compassion or

do you see wars and fear?

Or maybe a puzzle of it all?

I’d like to ask.

Do you see our souls

or only the cover we use

to hide our actual selves?

And what do you make of it all?

I’d like to know.

But before you respond,

I’d like to suggest that

you wipe out the hatred

so we’d have it no longer,

you sweep away the fear

so we can grow stronger,

you kindle the fire of love

as to give us a wonder

of a more peaceful world.

If I may suggest.