Rekindling My Spirit - My Wind

[I wrote this back in 2004. Amazing how relevant it still is almost 4 years later]

By: KJ

Sometimes I just wanna write....I wanna write like the wind blows,
write frantically like the leaves of the autumn bloom....
write in utter awe like the rising of a new sun...
I wanna take my mind on vacation
from each and every entity that surrounds my outer flesh......
take it on vacation somewhere
where the wind can be seen...
where the brightness can be heard,
where you can smell the tantalizing sounds of nature's majestic beauty.

I just wanna write...
without purpose or meaning
or collaborated thoughts of sounds, melodies,
picturesque frameworks of meaningless portraits of this frugal world...
I just wanna write!

I wanna silently talk to myself......
speak to mine own whole,
so as to have a direct correlation between my spirit, mind, and soul....
I just wanna write...
on how the extensions of my writing can so eloquently express
the thoughts of my gift from above,
since no one ever clearly sees the expressions givin off by my ten tongues....
my ten tongues...my methods of motivation to release frustration,
of this calculated risk I'm taking
by living each and everyday,
contracting a new making... of my direction,
when as I write....I realize there is none....
There is no purpose in perfection
no validity in sanity,
no collaboration in thinking...
except with ones self....
an oxymoron so to speak...
one's ownership of thine own self,
when we belong not to ourselves
but to the earth...
that birth our humble souls.

I wanna write....I write like the wind blows,
like the fragile child lones for affection,
so passionately, eloquently, openly....
so that the world may taste...
taste the flavors of my mind,
the fruits of mine own heart....
taste the transparent me...
that when you read my work...
you see me...
subliminally...
subconsciously...
because I am me.
I just wanna write.

I wanna write...I wanna write like the wind blows
like the setting of the morning dew
upon the lowest lilly of the lowest valley
surrounded by the loneliest hearts and souls......
so that they may see....
that I too have rested my soul....
have found solidarity...
have yearned for formality...
in the depths of those unstable molds...

But I still....still wanna write...write like the wind blows,
as if I'm sustained in the beauty of the earth,
above all which dwells below....
write as if all time has hence...
as if no one sees my writing but me,
as if I can write abound,
and about all that be.....
be meaningful to me...
write as if I've flown the clouds,
swam the oceans,
climb the mountains,
and treaded the sea......
I just wanna write...

Write like the wind blows,
let my words flow,
flow so passionately,
unpurposely,
meaningfully,
humbly....
from my ten tongues that be....
be my soul to set free...
free from the me inside of me...
me that dwells in the darkest corner of me...
I just wanna write...
write away fates attempts to salt my sight...
write away times attempt to halt my night...
my night before my day breaks
and brings forth yet my sense of peace, freedom, and invalid sanity.

I just wanna write....so blow wind....blow!