Wind-crossed

Picture: Mill of Heeswijk Sun by Piet Mondrian

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I give it up to the power of the Unknown,

I give it up to the wind, as it caresses my skin,

Carrying the simplicity of a Chinese girl down the street

Carrying food for her loved ones;

I embody the strength of all simple things,

I embody the spaciousness of the heavens meeting hills of green.

Let us be light,

Let us be light as feathers of laughter during small talk;

Let us be dark,

Let us be as dark and heavy as anger erupting from the deep.

My breath is one with the wind, for my heart is wind-crossed.

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Herons