Are We Not The Wind?

The wind is forever free. Those who attempt to catch it in a jar are disappointed when they turn the lid and it no longer blows. It cannot be captured, it cannot be tamed; it cannot be told where to blow or how hard or why—it just does.

Why are we so different? Why do we allow ourselves to be caught in a jar and told where to go and how to think? Are we not so independent as the wind? We listen to the voices, but not the Voice; the harder it blows the more desperate it is to command your attention. It is shouting for you, but you are too deaf to hear.

Instead, you have followed the road where the wind does not blow, the road that has been mapped for you. Have you not learned? The wind has no map, no predetermined destination. It begins and ends where it should, because it is destined. Because it is free.

Do you not remember freedom? I blow all around you; I shout for you to come with me—to run with me—and still you hold the key to your own shackles, the shackles you allowed them to place around your ankles.

And so here I am in your midst, the greatest lesson of all, and I will continue to blow and blow and blow, and when you are at my side, we will run.