As I let go of myself,
Empty of the sleeves of shirts,
Empty of shoes, leaving
Places I have been,
Dust of earth,
Frames of photographs
Falling back down to the ground

As I spread my arms and
Fly, catching the wind,
Rising
And rising into clarities,
A pure, crystalline breath

Unembodied,
In the light itself,
A leaf letting go of summer
And the seasons of lives,

Discovering fancy and flight
In the wind's imaginations,
In the air's light