Nested in trees of learning, we taste the wind…
A wild calling, faint murmur of ethers;
A curling wave, swelling,
testing our our balance, our strength.
Gate guardians: we don’t know how many…
Will we thread this eye of needle?
Do we have sufficient I N T E G R I T Y ?
Mind – un-bind,
Forget what they are doing!
In Light we ride the wind!