standing on the hill
clouds rushing by
as if they were
a film on high speed
i felt the wind
on my face
in my hair
and it seemed
i could stay there
indefinitely
the city before me
the water
the waves
speaking those silent words
that tell me i can let go
let go of the worry
let go of the cares
give in to the wind
yield to it
and learn to master it
there are lessons
everywhere
if you know how to look
the glider
was magnificent
in its simplicity
and masterful
in its grace
dancing with the wind
knowing how to give and take
just a slight adjustment
of the controls
and a world of changes
can take place
a dive
a roll
with the wind
but yet not
crashed for a moment
but not broken
i will go back
to the hill
and give myself over
to the wind
to yeild my burdens
and take control
of the circumstances
that rule my life
because this time
i want to take the lesson
