Not cold nor hot, not strong nor soft. It blows, bringing the change that comes. It blows powered from places so deep, so far, from times of old that no man can change its course.

It brings change, sights unseen from a past long ago. It sweeps all before, ready or not. It doesn’t care young or old, tall or short, it just blows.

Separating the impact is done inside, for all will feel this wind of change. The difference only, is the quite of the night. Those that have done the work, those that can take the hand, because steadfast they remain in the change.

The change is their home, all knowing the desire. EGO aside, being blown just the same. But a smile to always remain.

Their life in the gap, rooted so deep.

12.08.2014