We are blown hither and yon
Our lifetimes written on the wind
To eventually be collected into
One cohesive body of love

Where we will maintiain individuality
Being breezes,zephyrs,mistrals,
Similar to all the other types of winds
For humanity is like all of nature

It is Created, with the breath of life
Just as vegetation and animals are
All from the glorious breath of "I Am"
Miraculously  becoming "we are"

Ashes and dust is picked up by wind
Recycled blown back into the universe
Everything that lives becomes renewed
When the wind stops, so do we

To become loves glory in a new environment

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