I cannot create unless I soften.
I cannot write with the wind,
I must become it.
I am the beautiful breeze that flows these words into the sky of all things.
Human is but a small part of me.
The blissful wind
I am
is the rest.
I cannot create unless I soften.
I cannot write with the wind,
I must become it.
I am the beautiful breeze that flows these words into the sky of all things.
Human is but a small part of me.
The blissful wind
I am
is the rest.