! In The Steps Of Rumi 87: A Windy Day

Isn’t it a windy day? The wind gets everywhere, loves especially to have fun, enjoys rattling loose doors as if it would come in, to become a quiet household pet, or just disappear up the chimney to meet itself again… loves corners especially, piles its toys up in them; loves robes, veils, laughs, exposing forbidden body parts; sweeps the streets clean of plastic bags then just for fun, blows them around again; loves especially, laundry on the line – fills out men’s shirts into dancing fat men; would wind like to laugh at man? then from fun play, can get serious – tests whether that corrugated iron roof to your makeshift shed is really secure.. later, you may be glad it did... then from serious to boisterous: takes on the sea itself, which likes a bit of fun, but then gets angry when provoked too much… then when it’s gone, it’s gone back to wherever wind comes from… before it goes, let’s wrap up, take a laughing walk and tussle with it; come back, cheeks glowing, eyes sparkling, laughing, light-hearted… what did we meet out there? some say, that wind is really fire, which stirs our blood like that; that fire brings life; that life brings spirit; that spirit is but love; and love, the breath of gods, of God; the wind blows where it will.