If life were but a breath, a whisper even, would you say a prayer?
Would it make sense to say a prayer?
The wind and the breath were as the same in 93, it only happened then.
I pray to that Spirit in the breath, whose movement causes a stir in me as I look out over the great Water Spirit.
Some would say life is merely to enjoy it, and this is an expression; I may enjoy the wind in my memory, but what of this speaking to it: on the days of creation, spoken into material existence is become the essence of the Divine in our soul.
Translated on a page is visual confirmation in this life. Recorded meaning.
I choose, not of desire, but toward the knowledge of the image of my being.
Can this be the Answer in this: Man can not live on bread alone, but needs every Word God Speaks.
The wind speaks as it Will.
Sometimes Image 93
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