My breath
Carves symbols in the air
Which only the priests
Can see.
I am the source of freedom
And inspiration,
But also a master of lonely
Hot sandstorms.
Regardless of the temperature,
I am the essence of movement,
A sign for the skilled,
A message for the lonely
And one of the four elements.
With me
All things come alive.
*Enlil is the god of the wind in Mesopotamia
