one' self
its quite impossible to describe one's self. i won't even tryBut..
its not about dancing in the rain...in the lash of lightning blinded by its light...drenched in rain...enshrined in this cosmic temple... flying up kissing the littlest star..Receiving moon's glory on my face.. merging into the hues of twilight sometimes crimson sometimes even white.. swiftly flying away from sun's orange scorching.. snuggling in grey clouds..flying into the rush of streams then fall with its gush...caressing a petal all velvet mauve. singing along inside.. in tune.. in a full throat-ed bird's breast overflowing bursting.... into a symphony all silver and light...
ever in fervent obeisance... in adoration to the Creator
to be blessed with the gift of sight.... ah!