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The warmth, heat, love is incomparable,

As I gaze upon the burning tree branches.

The stillness, peace, silence, my soul longs for,

In this turbulent world sitting besides ships and oceans.

The hardness, strength, power, the unrenewed character of my will,

Comes to mind when I dash my foot against a rock.

The flexible, mobile, unrestrained, my favorite,

So the wind causes everyone to go where the Spirit leads.