So me and the tall roomie got down one stop before the destination. Walking at a fast pace to escape ASAP from the strong cold-wind. The wind is cold and the warmth of the cig is comforting. Blowing smoke into the air and watching it become one with the wind. A smoke-out is a great way to puff out all those emotions and breath in a sigh of relief.
The smoke at first white fumes dense in appearance slowly begin to drift away and mix into the wind and looses it’s character. Kinda like our souls trapped in this human body undergoing the fruits of our actions/in-actions and once the mortal remains cease to exist the soul becomes one with the soul of the universe.
The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you don’t know where the wind comes from or where it’s going. That’s the way it is with everyone born of the Spirit – The Holy Bible
The wind portrays so many emotions similar to us humans. It climbs trees like we do when we were children (unless you are a full time tree climbing professional :D). Plays in mud and earth, blows your caps/umbrellas/skirts off like a thief when you least expect it. Tearing up houses and trees with a mighty tornado when angry. Howling when in pain when maimed. The wind has no pity. It is the same for all. I doesn’t need to justify it’s actions to anyone. It has no soul, no conscience but what can we mere mortals do but accept the wind for what it is. For wind is nature and nature is God. So accept whatever God gives you.
O Krishna, the stillness of divine union which you describe is beyond my comprehension. How can the mind, which is so restless, attain lasting peace? Krishna, the mind is restless, turbulent, powerful, violent; trying to control it is like trying to tame the wind. – The Gita
P.S. : I’m reminded of a dialogue from BAH which deepika tells ranbir. “ logh sunrise aur sunsets ko dekh kar itne philosophical kyo hoo jaate hain ?”