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.