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Wind
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In the wind, I blow,
I am shaken like a leaf,
And cling to my tree.

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Flew
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I reached up high,
And I did not stop,
Instead I rose,
High up, without prop,
I touched the wind,
And it did not drop,
I passed the sounds,
And there was no top.

I tried to laugh,
But there was no air.

I found myself,
And I did not veer,
Instead I rose,
High up, in the clear,
I touched the stars,
And then I could hear,
I passed the thoughts,
And there was no fear.

I tried to fly,
But, then, I was there.


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Little Water Bird
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Fly, little wooden bird,
With your sodden wings,
Through the flames licking,
With the knowledge seen.

Little wooden bird, fly,
O'er rooftops and trees,
With your water-downed wings,
On the upborne breeze.

Fly with your wooden wings,
Little water bird,
Down where the light shines not,
And deep through the dreams.

Fly, little wooden bird.
Fly with your sodden wings.



Penned by my hand on the 12th of Mayan, in the year 663 AF.