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When the Holy Spirit breathes.
Like when the clouds are dense and the wind blows.
A strong breeze stirs up a revolution about the box shade
Bushes, amazon trees and long grasses.

These revolts are massive - lack nothing, And cast off the
Perceived independent state of each human's affairs.
Like a network of trees spanning great land, electric signals
​Pulse underground - "beef-up", "lean-to", "grow", "diversify".

I want to Join the revolution, Is it true we Humans too?
Are all connected? Breathe. And now You breathe. 
Now Breathe in the Holy Spirit. 

And I've learned. I need to breathe period,
Not too lofty a goal, but sometimes
I prefer a stake through my hand.
Not really.  

I'm dedicating my new life to connecting my
Aura with the warm air of Tennessee and sunshine.

I once envisioned myself running in the sand, and running,
I ran forever and gasped for air - I felt I
Almost passed (died), and there was just my heartbeat.  
Lubb Dup. Lubb Dup. Lubb Dup. Lubb Dup. Lubb Dup.

Then I came to know the peace I imagine comes when passing
From this life.  
And I breathed in the Spirit.

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