As the wheels leave the miles behind
in a flash of lights in the darkness
As the scene of the quiet night
floats past the windows
I want to be the humming of the engine
and the song of the rushing wind
My body throbs with the vibrations
I can feel the breathing of my fellow travelers.
The wind carries the breath
of the world,
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As the wheels leave the miles behind
in a flash of lights in the darkness
As the scene of the quiet night
floats past the windows
I want to be the humming of the engine
and the song of the rushing wind
My body throbs with the vibrations
I can feel the breathing of my fellow travelers.
The wind carries the breath
of the world, singing of love, and love only.
I am the song of the wind,
and nothing else.
Sankar Sitaraman is a member of the Washington Mindfulness community. He is a math professor at Howard University, and is originally from India.
