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SPIRIT OF MY SOUL

The wind blows dust off a cloud to form the sea of my soul.
Waves of illusion and delusion beat upon the shores of my mind.
Currents of anger, fear, love and joy run their course through a cloud filled.
She opens her eye towards me and sings a melodic wave of notes.
The music of peace starts with but a single note and the accompaniment of wind backed by the drumming of ocean waves.
Clouds dance to the celebration of love upon mountain tops and a rainbow hewn sky.
Colors swirl among the buffalo and gazelle running through the lions and wolves.
Sheep with wool the color of their emotions graze uipon the land of there mother's earth.
And a fly lands upon my nose too drink up the drop of sweat hanging and to bask under the sun.
A hive blooms with workers scattered from a wind blowing dust off a cloud to form the sea of my soul.


rws 9/16/93