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Playing in the breath of the Gods

Early morning ........
In the still hazy sky there is movement, almost ghostlike ....
As I come closer, the objects which seem to have a life of their own,
Transform into kites, swaying in the cool breeze.
Form and colour, shaped by man's hand into a vibrant being,
Which draws the eyes to the sky and sets the mind at ease
With the tranquility of the scene.

It is the search for a form which can be lifted by the currents of the wind,
Just as the currents of thought can be lifted to a higher plane
By the play of the kite.
Elements of surprise in a surprising element.
Robert Valkenburgh   22-2-1998

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