(text written on May 21st, 2011)
Looking out of the window
where my wind starts to blow
A glance at its movement
moving towards its end
Dynamics, filled with speed, full of gentle power
like my heart, that touches your flower
Where my wind starts to move
and moves to the growing groove
Anywhere this Wind blows
that’s where my new world grows
That’s where humble love
is beyond the All: coming from the Far Above.
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