Where has the Wind blown me?
Where am I now?
being always in the hold of the Wind
waking from long ages of dream’s illusion
now everywhere I see the face of the Wind...
lost in dream, where have I wandered?
can I call morning?
men steal laughter from each other’s eyes
teach their children to grab what they can
destroy their spheres and never see life...
into what House of man am I blown?
Wind, where am I taken?
this Age of man would hide from your face
never live to see your face or do your will
still they’re blown along in your grasp into death...
can I ride along like the Wind?
can I ride with Peace?
the Wind is blowing the world’s continual motion
I move with the Wind as my balance gives motion
racing beyond dream’s illusion to life’s essence...
how long ‘till I am the Winds?
when do I sail free?
the Wind touches my heart and I awake
I am the dreamer of all my life’s dreams
I am perception’s Light moving in the Wind...
my brothers and sisters,
when do we know each other?
Life is One...
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