When the wind blows for seven days
and my eyes burn with sharp vision
so that I see beyond the far mountains
I know which paths I may take –
I can turn away
fly down the green slopes
or give myself to its holy breath wholly.

Probable, Carson City, Nevada – Circa 1981

Black Narcissus is a terrific movie.  Its visual, psycho-dramatic, and spiritual imagery are never far from my awakened imagination.  This movie, as well as the winds that were ever present during the years I lived in Nevada, were the inspirations for this short piece.