Can wind be denied?
An invisible, untouchable force
Only known by sight of influence
Without effect on surroundings, it remains unseen
Bitter, or cold
Pushing forward towards an undeniable truth
Maybe even so gentle as giving a nudge
If wanted, easily lifting
The breeze and storm are cousins
Neither acknowledged until others are in the way
Rain is a falling
Heat blurs up towards the skies
Snow freezes and covers color itself
But what of wind?
It can only be felt
Something no one else can understand or know
Not in that same way
None are similar
Is experience that differs once shared one?
Is anything one?
What if belief is only a precursor
Precursor to the knowing
Insight of something once blocked
Moving towards enlightenment
Feeling that guides ideals to honesty
The wind does not know
Yet it pushes us all towards the unknowable something