I am afraid of being blown away…

I am afraid of being blown away…
So, I stay close to the ground…
Being low makes me untouchable…
Like how humility makes me strong.

Every morning, I need to summon the courage to turn into the wind…
Like glass, it continues to flow…
The wind explains the way the world is…
Being more of a painting than a photograph.

It is like the pounding of steel…
Changing me into various shapes and sizes…
Showing me what I am and what I am not…
Let the hammer ring!

Aren’t we all like dolls in different outfits…
Nobody inconsequential…
Everyone standing on holy ground…
Everyone a spiritual celebrity.

Sometimes I think I know everything…
Sometimes not anything at all…
I am not familiar with all the customs of the spiritual world…
But I know I must go low to find them.

I love you,

Annie