Why do I listen,
To the wind of others,
Whose words are spoken,
To create, to breathe?
It is that without them,
I lose my purpose,
My view obscures,
Goes slack, I grow lost.
With them, I aspire,
I push, I reshape myself,
Tirelessly transforming,
My Being in the World.
Who I am when left to self,
Is half-creation.
We do not transform in isolation,
We do not grow in the void of our mind,
It is only in breath, through inspiration,
That we become.
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