Becoming Other.
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
stirring to uncurl bud to petal
then in adopting fuzz of a bee nosing for
pollen have for a moment been sodden in gold.
My delight in oneness with else
means passion for asking, in which world laps
over world at the drop of a hat,
for I believe, when questioned, Mother Nature
is willing her hiddeness to reveal.
On occasion I have even achieved levels of part
transformation the kind that
makes hair stand on end as handling dimension
of miniscule life takes me
into very mind-fields of non human experience.
Empathy\'s journey draws searchers nearer by
giving awareness of the trials
and hard challenges most tiny things undergo
and when I see with awe the
patient fore-bearance of silent survival intent
I bow my humble head, for
in reaching toward \"other\" and losing my \"I\"
the planet decreases in size
to teach learners secrets of the \"Enlightened\"