"Try rolling those dice with the left hand," said the mysterious stranger ... I reverse my polarity and feel wind under my wings again ...
A flock of birds overhead, how do they do it? Flying in unison, one of body and mind ... they don't speak with words ... intuition
Cat Stevens, it seems, is one who knows:
"I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul
Where I'll end up only God really knows ..."
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