The Wind

The wind blows strong across the land,

a wind that blows much more than sand.

A change is coming, it’s in the air;

the rumbling are happening everywhere.

Soon that wind will blow through hearts

and write within them Gaia’s Arts.

On that day we’ll all feel it near

and reality will then come clear.

Reality, that long hidden truth;

that music heard back in our youth.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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