The Heart Waiting for the Wind

There are mornings when I still cannot find
a reason to start moving
Deep within my chest
like a small leaf rustling
only a faint presence is swaying

The world is quiet
and only time
slips slowly through my fingertips

At times like that
somewhere in my heart
a shadow waiting for the wind
is breathing softly

A soft silence
that seems to whisper
that there is no need to rush stays by my side

The weight I was carrying
was not a chain to hold me back
but perhaps it was
the antenna of my heart
trying to sense a wind that had not yet blown

Standing still
is not moving backward
quietly waiting for the wind to change
is also a way of moving forward

If right now
the depths of your heart sway gently
that is surely
a sign that the wind was born in the distance

When that wind arrives
you can simply
take a step forward at your own pace

That journey
will also carry
a gentle wind to someone else's heart

The time spent waiting for the wind
and the time spent riding the wind
are both part of your story