The winds & the tides are on our side. The fire & the rain are scheming to steal our impossible pain. The sun & moon & stars remember our real names, and our ancestors pray for us while we’re dreaming. We have guardian angels and thousands of teachers; provocateurs with designs to unleash us; helpers and saviors we can’t even imagine; brothers and sisters who want us to blossom. -“Pronoia,” ROB BREZNY
