who has seen the wind neither you nor i

 

‘’who has seen the wind 
neither you nor i
but when the trees bow their heads , wind is passing by’’

so let me be happy with wind,

not trying to bother it by wanting to see it

i am happy  just to feel its presence everywhere, ,

in gently moving the leaves, caressing the ripples, , shooting up dust  and dry leaves in a whirlwind,

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breathing in breathing out ,

a life sustained, not minding smoke, , smell so foul.

 
when the hair on my skin move, , i feel its ticklish presence 

with out throwing its weight around , it moves weights,

showing me to do the work, silently without noise without making my presence felt

 
perhaps god is not seen that is why, running the universe, unseen, unheard, physically not  distracting any one

let him do his work , let me do mine, in the same way if possible