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The Wind That Blows Through Me
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15 The Wind That Blows Through Me I feel the hand of God inside my hand when I write said the old woman it blows me away like a hat I’ll swear God’s needy hand is inside every atom waving at us hoping we’ll wave back Sometimes I feel the presence of the goddess inside me said the dark red tulip and sometimes I see her waltzing in the world around me skirts flying though everything looks still It doesn’t matter whether you call the thing God or goddess those are only words said the dog panting after a run through the park and a sprint after a squirrel theology is bunk but the springtime wind is real ...