Wind

What sort of adventure can I create for myself on this lovely afternoon. Perhaps something creatively inspiring? We'll see, I suppose, where the wind takes us. As I lay here, lifeless allowing the wind to do with me what it will, I can't help but resist the natural, graceful flow of this friendly wind. I struggle to find my own way but there's no way other than the way of the whistlin' wind which takes me where it will. I rejoice in myself and my abilities when i do something good. But I am being carried, there is no action that is my own. There is nothing that is my own. I own nothing and therefore nothing owns me, and I can be free. By letting go of control I learn that I  never had any to begin with. So I release the tense sense of controlling my life, and remarkably ease returns to my life experience. Because there is no me. So I just lie here, smiling in the glorious rays of this afternoon sun, knowing that there is nothing to be done. Just smiling, enjoying the summer sun.