Tides of sand ripple away at the grains of water,

Time moves in slowly as we are moving fast,

Forward words and backward feelings feast on our sences,

We become the magic and the magic awakens us,

Eons of time drift among the broken fragments of our dreams,

In the vast hours before us we contemplate living,

Even though we eat without tasting and watch without seeing,

We listen to the sound of which we cannot hear,

The ringing envelopes the silence,

Vast and small, a colorfull blackness,

Through change and stabillity we thrive,

The Winds of Change are upon us...

Nature throws it's Ace on the table,

While Father Time folds his cards,

Tis Death and Life that still drive the stakes,

Until there is more to lose and less to gain,

Drums beat a strange and unbidden call,

Changing but not, complex but simple,

You can never call out the beat because it's not there,

From the East and North they come,

And back to the West and South they return,

Ever cycling its reserves to the 4 wonders of the world,

The Soul, the Emotions, the Love, the Companionship,

The Winds of Change are upon us...

They cannot be tamed for they were never wild,

Never be caught for they live in you and me,

Shifting our lives they move, undisturbed in our presence,

The times have come, they are to be,

A millenium, a millisecond, they have passed and gone,

Through the lives and through the souls,

Ever sheltering us and letting us find the way,

We live for the moment, we live for life,

And every changing cycle, yet the same in every way,

And so we rest our engergetic bodies,

In tune with our body and soul,

The Winds of Change are upon us.

-By Jessica Holder (aka Christine Connla)