Poem: The Song of the Wind

mb34-TheSong1 As the wheels leave the miles behind in a flash of lights in the darkness

As the scene of the quiet night floats past the windows

I want to be the humming of the engine and the song of the rushing wind

My body throbs with the vibrations I can feel the breathing of my fellow travelers.

The wind carries the breath of the world, singing of love, and love only.

I am the song of the wind, and nothing else.

Sankar Sitaraman is a member of the Washington Mindfulness community. He is a math professor at Howard University, and is originally from India.

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