And also

Thinking about that little saying I wrote yesterday; do you think I ought to change it to:

humility when with power, and humility when without, ought not be inversely proportional ideals?

"Ought" what a word...thanks Bill.

Anyways,

I wrote this for the love of my life for she is all these things:

The north wind, resolute and stout;
Everlasting, swirling through;
Screaming, dispatching mists of doubt;
Erasing fear; no rescue
From the throng pressed nose to nose;
Seeking salvation through remorse.
The eastern wind, dazzling, confused-
About which direction, the path ahead;
Tallying with the north, amused;
The east is touched; for having touched,
Thus touch reciprocates;
A light breaks through the east winds gate.
The Southern wind, wildly winds
It’s way through, scorhing all with a mere wisp-
A power slicing through the din;
The strong north will collapse
Joyfully bathing in the warmth
and glow- secure in what it knows.
The western wind, straight from love;
A wild adventurer, which moves worlds;
Intense, amorous, playfull- discovers,
Explores, seeks, and treasures;
But above all else, blow wind blow,
And fill the world with pleasures.