Levels.
I have woken in many a dawn
and with first light I have flown from my window
of \"Self\" to become another,
robin or fawn or fox trotting home.
Oh and sometimes my skin has felt like the rose
turning silk from bud to petal
then in adopting striped coat of a bee nosing for
pollen have for a moment
felt busy with buzzing and been sodden in gold.
My delight in oneness with else
means passion for asking and awed as world laps
over world at the drop of a hat
I discover dimensions of unknown intelligence.
Once or twice I have even achieved levels of part
transformation the kind that
needs alchemic change for broaching the unclear
as otherness takes me into vast
mind-fields of those with sagely contented hearts.
Miniature or gigantic, nature\'s ease
with itself reveals gems of wonder as which I gasp.