I am gone,
gone into wind,
wind blowing hot and cold;
blowing hot wind
take me up in the sky,
blowing cold wind
grounding me
to get grinded in the ground.

I am airborne,
as I am air,
living in all beings,
inseparably as one,
soul to soul one.

I air my views,
as I cannot suppress my feelings,
fearing mental depression,
leading one to aggression I abhor.

Gone, I am
into insignificance
to return back to significance
like a mortal’s travel to immortality,
dropping “I” inside.