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Upon a rocky outcrop I stand,

Opening myself out to the wind,

And there was a rushing together

of my inner and my outer,

the deep calling for the deep,

my struggles and the universe.

 

I stood alone against the wind,

and all the beauty of the world,

and love, that comes with sorrow,

Feeling in unison with the air,

The perfect breath of the wind,

Holds my presence, here that I am.