To be, Toby
Wishing to be wind, but born a human,
Is what the wind was wishing for
During its human moment of weakness.
When wind became stronger
And human moments grew longer
Came a time for the gods to give in.
With following warning
They told that next morning
The wind can go down and follow his yearning:
“Beware what you wish for
And try to forget all
That would link you to where you have come from.
If you do not do that
The human life that you get
Will be one full of sadness and burning.”
Came May thirty first
Which was to be first
Of the days full of difficult learning.
After going through all
That all men live for
And finding the peak is really not tall
The wind asked: “Is that all
That I came down for?
How can it be that there is nothing more?”
The wind had been blessed
With a memory that messed
On his way to becoming a human.
Not able to let go
Of his own high home
The wind was not really a man yet.
And being a man
Who forgives and forgets
He was no more the winning wind.
Lost in the middle
He was to solve a riddle
Of who and where and what
Would be best for this world
Whose beauty had burned
And was coming to horrible stop.
To work for the world
Serving all that he’s learned
For as long as the human lives deserve
Is the task for all them
Who are free and feel zen:
To live and love and help other men
To live and love. And help other men
To live… and love
And help other men.
The task for the wind
In form of a human
Must be followed till the end of his life
When free from the form
He returns where was born.
And the human world is a bit better
For him having blown
Here in his human clothes
Till he returns to the windy weather.
(from May 2009)