December 21st, 2001


some words to a disheartened friend

Don't battle within yourself over that which you would like to lay claim to
you are yourself, that is all you can claim to control
while the wind might sound comforting blowing through the leaves of the trees
it does not need the leaves of the trees to be the wind.

Sooner or later, the wind will blow through the leaves
it will tremble across the chimes and bells
it will soar across the water, driving the waves
somewhere the wind is whistling through the trees
ringing the bells, chiming the chimes
causing ripples that spread across still water and driving great waves to the shore.
manifesting itself in a million different places at once, in a million different ways
leaving both beauty and change in its wake
are you so different?