In the names come identity
Identity brings names
Names bring mortality

For as long as time has began, it has ended
only
to begin
and end
again, again, again…

Names for all and all in names
A Game for Voice
A life
again, again, again…

What is a name?
You begin and end with a name
Soil, rock, plant, flesh
names
again, again, again…

Aged as always yet one does not
nor can it
as it has always been…

Hurricane, jet stream, tornado, breeze, gale, solar…
is this the name for wind?

Wind, never born, never dies, always has been
It cannot be bought or traded, killed, created, tainted, destroyed…
It has no name yet speaks it
It has no body yet feels it
It has no soul yet the Spirit reigns…

The closest to identity one can ever call the Wind
is as one feels to be a part
of God”s Breath.