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.