Winds of Change
When the winds of change sing, will you be ready?
Will your body flow, shifting like sand in a dune?
Or will you stand - solid - lost in the storm?
The flowering of perception marks you like a knife,
Cutting deeply into your psyche - twisting -
As your thoughts pour like blood from a wound.
Capture the raging emotions, ride the howling winds!
Gather up the feelings in your mind and bind them!
Weave them into a fortress, then throw open the gate!
Flood your being with Dark and Light,
Force and giving Way, Joy and Sorrow.
Forgotten and Remembered, Lost and Found.
Then gaze with new found ways of seeing,
Upon the Dragons dancing in the winds of change--
Looking back at you and beckoning onward!
© 2000 Quelonzia Stormdancer/Terry Dean
