Behind the fringes of my imagination Which lay itself loose like a silken curtain to the wind Dancing merrily perhaps or perhaps in sorrow Perhaps it wishes to fly away but is held tight and not let go I stood. There I felt the necessity to let myself lose to the flow Not disrupt it, not defy it, but to dance along And feel the breeze of various intent Over my entirety And be one with the supreme.
A very brief accounting of my life, work and other.