.   .   .   the  sun  races  thru  wheat  fields                                                                                          wind follows  its  path   .   .   .                                    Zarazuthstra                                                                                 nothing new,  nothing new                                   under the sun, a ribbon                                   of    recurrent dreams                                   I feel I have been here before,                                         life the mobius-strip                                      change, return, success                                   I feel I have been here before                                   nothing new, nothing new . . .                                                                               Copyright 2005  njTare