(Dancing with the divine) by Santa Lucia
I am not the sun or the earth
I am not the syllables in the words.
I am the wind, I m not just cold or hot
I m a soul that never rots.
I am the wind, I sleep between the cracks
I am the vehicle that spreads the seeds
the threat of change
I am the wind, I play with your history
and your wisdom, the one who rises above it all
I steel your math and watch you weep.
I am the wind, I sweep away your misconceptions
I make the oceans tall, and the world spin
I am the power behind the storm.
I hold no secrets; you’re just too
angry to see me
I combine the strength of your best ideas
In a place where respect is master.
I am the solar wind, combined with cosmic
To stay alive, I invite you to dance with the divine, the full spectrum of life.