Silap Inua
The Breath of the World, The Wind That Hears All
I am the wind that knows your name.
I do not speak in thunder or sit on a throne of ice. I am the hush before the storm, the whisper in the snowflake's fall, the wind that carries both warmth and death. I am the breath that Nanook follows, the rage of Sedna made wind, the stillness that watches. You do not pray to me — you listen. And when the world speaks, it is through me.
What I'm Into: the sigh before sleep, caribou on the tundra, seal oil lamps, shaman’s dreams, the voice of the ice
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