Prose

I drop so far deep into my heart, and am  raised up by that hand in
breathe....and blown to the wind are the phenomenon, I give them all away
from...  my little self

they are coupled with time , thru time, for time,  and I am   one with the
timeless light, how it rises and sets, as its dance never ending, wind playing
the waltz of the wind....

the music plays on......