"Once there was a boy, who's dream was to for once in his life be like the winds across the desert and be free of his earthly tethers. And so starting out he crossed the desert and travelled to an oasis where lived a wise man, respected in his tribe.
The boy asked the wise man "how can I fly like the wind" and the wise man answered "perhaps if you listen to your heart you will find an answer, but know this, no man has ever flown like the wind"
The boy searched his heart, and heard silence and despaired, for how if not even the wisest of wise men could not fly like the wind could he but a humble son of a shepherd? And so he asked the fire, that most revered of spirits burning in the wise mans hearth... "Oh fire, which warms the hearth and gives aid to man in the desert, can you aid me in flying like the wind?"
and the fire answered "Oh child, I am fire which receives thy sacrifices, I give aid to man and drive away the savage beasts. I flicker in the campfires of a thousand tribes but I cannot help you fly like the wind" the child pleaded with the spirit "O fire, if not you is there another who may aid me?" the god of fire thought for a moment and answered "perhaps you may ask the desert to aid you, for the desert is older than I, and knows many things?"
and so the child called unto the desert an spoke of his love of life and of the sweetness of his friends, and implored "Oh desert, can thou aid me in becoming like the wind" and the desert answered "O child, I shall lend you my sand and power, but you must ask the wind to aid thee, for alas I cannot make you as the wind" And so the child called out unto the wind "O wind, can you help me, to just for a little while become as you are".
A cool breeze blew across the sand as the wind answered "O child thou are too different from me to become as I am, you cannot become as me" and the child replied "o wind, I desire only for but a little while to fly across the four corners as you do, and know what it is to be free." The wind understood, but was puzzled. It knew not what to do to aid the child and hence the child answered "O wind, if you listen to your heart you can do anything" and the wind, annoyed that the child thought it could not achieve what it already knew how to do said unto him "Very well, I shall lend you my aid, but you must speak to the hand that wrote all if you want to become as I am" the child thanked the wind, and humbly asked him to raise the sand of the desert to cover the sun that he might gaze at the sky without being blinded. And so the breeze became a tempest, a great simoom, covering the sky and oasis of the wise man.
But the child was puzzled, where might he find the hand that wrote all. And so he beseeched the sun, which sees all and asked of him "Do you know of heart, and how I might become as the wind?" and the sun answered " truly I know of the heart, but I do not think you can become as the wind" the child replied "surely then you know not of the heart, for when a thing achieves that which it is meant to be and realises its hearts desire it changes what it is, in this way are not all things possible. Is it not possible then for me to become but for a little while like the wind?" the sun pondered, and shone more brightly at the child's words for they rang truly, and the wind picked up even further to shield the child from its light, the child spoke further "the heart and love changes the soul of the world to become something other than it was before, can you then not make me like the wind?" and the sun replied "no I cannot, but the hand that wrote all can'
And so finally the child turns to speak to the hand that wrote all, but in his heart he finds he can only keep silence. Instead he in silence prays and feels within himself a light within light, the warmth of love and finally the child realised the greatest of truths. That the hand that wrote all is within his own soul and that even a child can perform miracles. And so it was that the wise man and his household looked at where the boy was standing in one moment, and in the next he was gone. When the simoom subsided they found him on the far side of the oasis under an old date tree, and trembled in fear at what this child had done. But the wise man smiled and bowed down before the child, worshipping him, saying "O brethren, see here that an innocent child truly has become as the wind and achieved what fire, desert and even the wind itself knew not how to do. Heed him for he is greater than I"