Chasing After the Wind



Chasing after the wind,
I get close enough sometimes.
But even in the midst of it,
I can never grab hold it.

I can either hate myself
for being unable to hold the wind,
or hate the wind for its elusiveness...
or just enjoy the wind...

...before it disappears.
No need to have and to hold what cannot be had and held.
Just be one with it.
Be wind, be "wind-ed", be "wind-ishness".

Chasing after this mind,
which chases things like the wind,
I see cravings rising and falling,
thoughts flitting through like the wind.

Even in the midst of minding my mind,
I can never grab hold of anything in it.
Stop, just watch every passing thought...
Suddenly, peace.