Wind blows, lifts you up,
Lets you touch the sky.
And the fire burns your spirit black,
Forges freedom’s cry.
Water flows through your veins,
Becomes your salty tears.
And the earth she turns upon her course,
Marks your living years.
Wind blows, fire burns,
Water flows and the earth turns.
Wind blows, fire burns,
Water flows and the earth turns.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
That’s the sound of change,
That’s the sound of change,
Oh, that’s the sound of change.
Matter suffused with its own inner light,
Raising the Feminine to conscious insight,
Strong, radiant container: Sophia!
Dark, intuitive receiver: Sophia!
Responding with vibrancy to the earth’s plight,
Providing a balance to masculine flight.
We are women (people, pagans,..) exploring.
We are women who long to know the mysteries.
We are women reawakening.
We are women who dare reclaim our history.
(Chorus 2x)
And we are diving, diving,
Diving deep and surfacing, diving deep and surfacing.
We are women who share stories.
We uphold and listen to each offering.
We are women who share glories.
We are bravely transforming all our suffering.
Chorus
We are women who seek wholeness.
We bring throught the Spirit to the physical.
We are women speaking boldness.
We all know the personal is political.
© 1997 by Christian Williamson from the album I Am
