Becoming Other.
I have woken in many a dawn
and with first light have flown from my window
of \"self\" to become another,
a robin or fawn or fox trotting home,
then in following buzz of a bee pollen-nosing
I become for a moment sodden in gold.
My joy in finding oneness with else
needs but for asking when as one world seems
close to similar all nature unveils
alchemic changes to those who reveal
felt desire for transmutation to things denser
as losing the \"I\" fuses dimension fields.
Pride decreases as awe decrees
when reaching for otherness thought
of how earth\'s many life-forms succeed .