Now, I’m not talented like a classy British fellow below,
but always have admired him. 'Steven Demetre Georgiou.' Did you know this London-raised fellow's father was Greek-Cypriot and his mom was Swedish?
His way of
following the wind is deeper than mine, and oh so much more eloquent. So I share with you this brief
beyond-a-thought, shard-of-a-wisp-of-a-glimpse into a swirling universe:
I
listen to the wind
To the
wind of my soul
Where
I’ll end up, well, I think
Only
God really knows.
I've sat upon
the setting sun
But never,
never, never, never
I never wanted
water once
No, never, never, never.
… Cat Stevens
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