bulrushes blown by the wind,
white feathers exploding from within,
held and nurtured by the wind,
the breath of God.
the bulrushes being blown
like candles at the end of a service
smoke permeating the air around,
getting caught up in the air
pungency getting diluted as it travels where it wills.
following in the stream made by the Wild spirit of God.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.