A place inside us that never dies

A place inside us that never dies The wind in my HeartWind, where it is?   It is, and it is not.   This makes the way through the leaves of a tree,   I am not yet able to see   where the wind comes, or when go.I like the wind makes the sound of the leaves of trees.   This is a quiet place with a much softer tone, as the rain   In a cool summer night.   There is a wind like heart.It make my way through my soul,   Are fresh and new.   It is the air we breathe,   and the strength that gives me life.Sam Oliver, author of "Integrating the Feminine Spirit: Retuing to the matrix of Creation "------------------- ---- ---------------- Life 's ProcessThe fallen leaves, the tail of the tadpole reduces the distance   hibeation begins, and new links come our way.   The branch in bloom, the shell cracks,   and we wonder why we wanted to go back.Life is filled with many changes.   Sometimes slow and time of acceleration.   Much of our life is full of confusion,   then there is a clear point of reorientation.To win, we must first lea to give up   and begin to implement start within us.   We have reached a new beginning in the terminal.   In arid fallow time, begins.It new life as we become a formlessness   And empty friend brings a new birth.   A new theme music, a strange smell in a snap   and a slight hint that something is different indicates that the changes need.Sam Oliver, author of "A Life in Review"