A left-handed Poem

Where beyond is.  .  .

Light run trough

a wind--dow.

Air contains

stains of dreams and draught;

dancing together- feelings and thoughts- 

become 

a Body:Whole

Hands, feet, legs, head, lungs, eyes,

..., ..., ..., ...,

Mind and all the More.

Reality expand its walls,

All space is time.

All time is the possibility of space. 

In the cracks of some sort of clarity

I find myself

being

the Breath

of Universe.