Winds of Change
…
More than any other vector or attribute or descriptor your could find- above all else-
love is adaptable
filling nothing less
than every manmade nook, cranny, and crawlspace ; every organic crack, creek, and crevice tractable
with the fluid principle
of what Winds possess.
The gall to form to each space, extended sassy sky stretching, warrior pose to downward dog
breezing through the haziness
gently weaving mountain fog
with complacency, stupidity, malaise-iness going with the flow of fear and laziness
or you could do a different craziness
ride gale force change to permeate the smog.
Join in to change the winds and feel the winds change as gusting change begin in the air
Change your behavior and let it change you
Tap into your inner cyclone when you tire
To make a new way of living like a yawn that spreads contagious unconscious exchanges of truth
Will make the many starting from few
Infuriated and inspired.
If you don’t already sense change’s windstorm you’ll feel the squall playing your part
You’ll think: is the blowback instinct?
Until you feel it in your Zephyr heart
And once our winds twist winding wild ending up together we’ll affirm all: incredible, persistent
To the point we won’t even notice or see it in the distance
Go with the flow or go apart.
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