I don't know if I should introduce you to this peice or not. It's a peice that floats around in my head and changes constantly. Perhaps I shouldn't have written it down, just let it keep changing. Perhaps I have done the right thing and gotten it out. Either way, thank you for listening. ________________________ ------------------------ There is something thrashing around, inside of me, trying to get out. If I sit still . . . and listen . . . I can hear it speaking to me. It tells me without speaking the words that I cannot hear. It tells me of the restlessness of the wind and the relentlessness of the water. It tells me of the furious rage of the fire, and of the unending patience of the earth. It even tells me of the nature of my spirit. The wind has traveled around the globe many times, looking for new land, but it has seen it all. Even though it has seen all there is to see, it never gives up hope that there will be something new. The water is the eternal friend to the wind. It rides along on the wind's back, pushing its way across the land to find it's way to the shimmering blue ocean. It partners with the wind to make the furious storms that hound the earth and fire. The fire burns the hand that feeds it, and brings new life in its wake. It's searing heat tears the land, and yet it is so fragile. Water and wind both destroy it's small existence, and yet it dwells deep in the center of the earth. Waiting patiently through it all is the earth. Silently changing under the pressures of wind, water, and fire, it still remains the earth and will never stop. It waits quietly for us here, providing the fruits of life. My soul sits quietly listening to them, not knowing nor caring why. I am the translator of the world. The wind is gently urging me on, to tell the earth it's tale. The fire cleanses my past away forcing me to seek the water. I travel lonely, changed, but free, waiting for the answer to life. But the more I live, the more I learn, the question and the answer are one.