A student of the crowded breeze. On a whim Raise like the dandelions' seed, Vibrantly dissent like, in fall, trees' leaves. An apostle of purpose beyond what one sees for the unknown is nothing and possibility.
Our lessons are on the topic of practical whimsy, in their way; the wind that cools your face also fans a flame and guides the rain. The Sensei go by many names, I know them from the roles they play:
Boreas shepherds my turmoil, A tempest; senseless, cold and violent as if without vision only vengeance.
Notus shows my passion; A gust to an ember on dry land, Unreasonable, unpredictable and destructive without a plan.
Zephyr entices my love; A subtle intimate current for dance, The beauty of birds and bees flying from flower to flower and branch to branch.
Eurus reflects my way; A flurry that moves the sand. The removal of sediment, the return to foundation born from action mixed with patience.
They can only guide me I can ride the winds of the odyssey or resign to the winds of dreams but I know I Am A student of the breeze.
Boreas- the north wind in Greek mythology associated with the storms zephyr- the west wind associated with spring Notus- the south wind associated with crop destruction (end of autumn) Eurus-the east wind the associated with opposing Noctus and autum bounty
looking for a new muse to learn new things about myself through someone true to themselves