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Blowing in the Wind


As the strong wind is blowing it feels like layers of my skin are peeling off

and scattering like ashes

A freedom created allows a serene peaceful feeling to enter my body carving gently into the centre, reaching the depth of my Inner Being

It is the journey to my Holy Grail.

Memories blowing out into the wind some as dark clouds some as soft cotton wool

cannot be retrieved in action

the present moment alone may produce an action

that again will create another memory to file away

and perhaps in time allowed to blow with the wind

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