Scoraig. Scoraig, Scotland. 1993.

Windmill laughter, echoing in its joyous wail.

Each razor, air-slicing, whistling sail.

Wind and fire.

The secrets of man.

Only in such a place,

Where a man can

Feel his own power and the power outside.

The secret in his soul confide

That somehow his man-made society lied.

The wind-powered flame.

The cleansing spirit,

with the power to maim,

tho the giver of light, heat and heal

That in controlling the fire,

The fire we feel.

(If your eyes are the windows to the soul. the sky is a window to the universe.)

electronic vibration.

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