Identity shivers with riches, breaks apart
and refocuses having learned what richness is:
River of loving kindness at its core as if
it were a tunnel in the chimera of form,
an intersection of ancestors and the future,
an individual voice held in community,
a rebel constantly questioning, a hermit,
a free-flowing molecule in present matter.
Like a nude descending a staircase, identity
takes all steps at once and one by one--
here, now, there, then—filling the universe
and being filled simultaneously.
Identity drowns in the face of all;
egoless, it swims ever in free fall.