Where did it come from?
The wind picked me up
Span m round and spat me up
Fifteen hundred trembling skyward yards
With my head up in the clouds
When I landed
Injured but complete
Disarranged but on my feet
Starter wings I fold inside of me
Was I flying? Was I steeled?

High and low pressure
Hustling together
I am a dizzy wind
Move with the weather
Moving together
I'll be your wings

Steep confusion
Strangeness like a dream
There's no map for what I see
Novel landscapes
New territory
Unfamiliar things to greet
Former patterns
Now seem obsolete
Thinking, feeling differently
History changing
Just who will I be
Is this new reality?

High and low pressure
Dancing together
I am a hurricane
We are the weather
Moving together
The wind in your sail
To open your eyes
To the strangeness of being
Of thinking, feeling. Caught in this life
All of the changing patterns of our time
Whenever I rise
Whatever I bring
Whatever I sing
You surely know then that you're alive
And you can survive
With a lightness of being
A way of seeing a gust as a sign
And a reason to be synchronized
I'm an ally
Forever a friend in the wind
If you can look the storm right in the eye