Blow, wind, blow! Make love unto my soul Until it cracks, Releasing me from that part of me I despise and abhor! Oh, burn against my face, Burn and burn, Till my self is no more And I am born anew, Unknown to the world becoming. I feel the shoots of life Thrusting madly from the earth, Wild, abandoned, free, Eager to swim in the gale. I feel the trees rumble In their sleep, On fire with the urge to explode Into the green of life. The earth whirls like a girl in love, So full of joy, intense, On the brink of bringing forth In an instant All the goodness and beauty Man may know. I stand while the wind Weaves wanton fingers through my hair, Sensuous caresses Beyond good and evil, Beyond all but eternal being. Yet, I stand alone. Flowers paint the world about me, The soil breathes, and I am inebriated By its sweet, damp, forever smell. I am of the soil; I am the soil! Before a brook, I stand amazed. Sunlight, pure golden life Laughs in those laughing waters. Each ripple is a joy unbearable, Every splash a splendor Reflected and repeated Till the crystal waters Become the mirror of the Universe, Designing worlds of light In a water drop. Creation pulses through my soul! Surely there is wonder In an apple blossom, Awe watching sea gulls soar. There is mystery in a buttercup And love Blows free in the sparkling wind! Wind, O Wind Come kiss my aching soul! Unbind me from these chains Of space and time And take my nether self To realms of dark oblivion, Whilst I in phoenix form anew Stand upon the world's pinnacle, Transformed and reborn A living man!
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