Not everything needs direction.
Some things are meant to drift.

Like a leaf
that does not question
why it falls
or where it lands.

The wind does not ask permission.
It arrives
soft or sudden,
invisible but known.

We follow
without knowing
we are following-
a thought,
a change,
a door we didn't plan to open.

Some days
we are weightless,
lifted by moments
we didn't expect.
Other days
we are still,
while the wind moves through us
and leaves something behind.

There is no map
for letting go.
Only the sense
that motion
is sometimes the only truth.

To move
with the flow of the wind
is not to be lost-
but to be willing
not to resist
what was never ours
to hold.