Your sages have taught that the wind has no abode, but I tell you that wind abides within itself. The wind is its own place as it moves through space, its own moment and happening as it passes through time. You cannot see the air by its color, but it is everywhere, filling even the smallest spaces. It passes like blood through the arteries and veins and capillaries of this world. And yet, it is impossible to know what the wind is thinking. Philosophy will never exhaust what is known by the air.
Great changes are in the wind, some will claim. But it might be truer to say that the wind itself is change. The world you love is driven by forces beyond your comprehension or control. But you can be one with those forces and feel no fear of them so long as you are holding My hand.
I stand with you in the wind, and I am the wind. The wind that was and the wind that is coming. The wind that even now is lifting everything up to reveal the truth at hand.
[art: JM Turner]