oh, the rush!

[culled from an old memory; a fragment of thought;
a sliver of excitement; a momentary gladness!
-still an original work!- k10]


walking towards the door,
way past the darkened corridors
excited with the feel of natural light
no emotion, no wisdom, no vision of sight

i pushed past the structure of glass
stepped outside, with
a sense of gladness
known to me, the wind was already blowing

oh, the rush! swiftly it came,
revolving around me
swirling, caressing,
i felt the need to embrace it
knowing the happiness that
comes with being free
surprisingly, it took hold of me

and in a blink, i found myself
dancing in its invisible rhythm
the wind is a kisser and a lover of spirit
oh, the rush! i never want it to pass

this day on, every small step,
every breath i take
makes living, makes being alive
worth much more than whatever can hurt

. . .

this instant is what’s real,

this moment is all i feel