In and out it goes, the wind that bursts our depths. Like bellows blasting a medieval flame. A flame that burns for eons, everchanging as the winds come and go. Never the same wind never the same form. Uncertain for the hows and the whys yet with the same evolving focus and aspiration to unfold our inner vision. Find yourself in it, breath it, be it as we are all manifestations of the eternal.

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