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The Mind-Wind

 

That sound – the wind

from the arctic

high in the pine tops –

 

I used to call it

the mind-wind

because it sounded

like the thoughts

of a vast intelligence.

 

If I stand still

deep in the woods

I can listen further

and further out

in expanding

circles

over miles of absence –

 

just a fragment of

that great aloneness

probing the pine trees

shaking them

seeking some answering voice

in us.