Breathless Wind Poem by Patrick Czyz

The Breathless Wind whispers a secret.
I, who listen with a faithful ear, fret
Not at what I now do hear.
However, I hear nothing...
But this is the key!
I picked it up with a bent knee;
Humility I found when I placed it in the lock.
The door of wisdom's house opened as I gave a knock.
Inside, music was playing fervently.
I looked around for the instrument of such sound.
There was none, there will never be one.
Crestfallen, I faced the lowly living ground
And thought how all was cruel to me.
But when it came, you came.
Your name is Breathless Wind.
You taught me that real wisdom
Is something that falls down from
Silence -not the loud roar of debate, untruth, or war.
You moved my mind as does
The powerful wind to a tall wind mill.
Yet the windmill moves in circles.
Your wind of wisdom breathes on
My sails, and I go forward.