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