“A chasing after wind”

My first memory is looking at a roof. A face looms over, pulling stupid expressions, and I’m angry, knowing I’m about to embark on an unfortunate life. And them the wind began, beating against my body, assaulting my senses, mind, trying to destroy my emotion and what was INSIDE.

Step after step, falling, rising, the voices started plaguing the wind. Laughing, angry, lying, projecting and blind to what was INSIDE.

And they’re yelling abuse, tho there is no crime,

They’ll never stop trying to get at my INSIDE.

Those people I love, and have always tried to be right by, I wonder if they even have their own mind? For I only mean well, I try to be kind, INSIDE.

On the torture, no longer, it’s them and not I who torture themselves, in the end, it’s only wind it’s all lies, you might wonder where it comes from, this strength INSIDE.

Wind is shamans friend: terrifying and wild, spreading rumour and wildfires, until you realise it’s your friend, after all, it’s your teacher, after a lifetime of torture, you let it INSIDE.

But I love Sophia, the wild earth too. Not to take from her, but to realise I arise from within her. Is it not that simple, that simple, life? Damn all mens projections, the books and screens of lies, within, within and INSIDE.

We think we can change reality and have gone insane collectively. You think you can tell me WHO THE FUCK I AM, INSIDE?

So pierce my ears with your mindless hatred, voices on the wind, it is not I, a being of light, INSIDE: I am an angel, of our great Lady, LIFE.

Cal Kalve