Sitting still in a forest meadow surrounded by fir and pine Blowing wind heard in the tree tops, first then felt on the skin of my neck and face Where does it come from? Where is it going? My dog lifts her nose sniffing intently I do the same with a small, feeble nose Catching nothing, understanding very little A thousand yellow heads Arnica nodding in rhythm with the wind as it passes through Passing through what? Passing through where? The wind suddenly stops bird song can be heard again I lift my ear to the sound, listening Intent on identification looking for subtleties in rhythm, tone, inflection, pitch Was that a vireo? Oh, a nuthatch but which one? As sudden as it stopped the wind returns, noisily obscuring bird song and discernment A thousand yellow heads nod in unison, in rhythm with the wind seeming to agree with what the wind says Let go and relax completely. You don't need to know everything.
by David LaFever