Winds are thoughts; given velocity;
creating emotions within the mind;
sometimes, leading to pomposity;
seeking thoughts of a similar kind.
Some winds are physically destructive;
tornadoes and hurricanes of thought;
physical storms are most instructive;
physical illusions, of emotions brought.
Often, when seeds of love are sown,
they become planted in soil so deep;
due to emotional thoughts, unknown;
a whirlwind of trauma, you’ll reap.
Words of love are thoughts evolved;
propelled by the winds at their back;
acquiescence is how they’re resolved;
for, true love, rarely brings flak.
Emotional thoughts produce thunderstorms;
within the sphere of the mind;
eventually, each of them dies, or conforms;
for, that’s how reality’s designed.
Love is the boomerang of energy creation;
more frequently taken, than given;
when employed; it can solve any situation;
for, to remorse, the guilty are driven.
The seed of the Master, is, in everything made;
and we are his people; his sheep;
so long as we reciprocate the love he’s displayed;
it’s only Love’s Whirlwind we’ll reap.