The wind is a gossip, Not in a malicious way. She just likes to move around and stir things up. She runs through the fire barefoot and has no fear of heights. She carries beg blue bowls of rain with her. She plays the flute and loves all kinds of sounds. Her laughter likes the sky. The wind is a wonderful story-teller. I still remember how she intorduced me to the Qualities when I was a child.
By
J. Ruth Gendler
The Book Of Qualites
We still rise, we will not apologize for anything!
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