March Winds Howl

Excitement, movement,

and so much light takes me away from myself.

Where is that oasis called my soul or center?

It feels empty in my core,

with all my being swirling around myself.

Grabbing the bits trying to stick them back while the wind keeps blowing is like gluing tissue onto a cloud.

Forgetting myself, letting the winds of March take me away, trying to return to that internal connection called wholeness.

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