an excerpt from
Wild Current

If “I” had an identity
   then let it be where it is …
      in the past

Transformation is that still movement
   between
      birthing and dying

True learning I flow
   or perhaps ebb, I do not know
      either way, “I” come and go

I am not, I am all — one
   empty, none
      non-existent, sun

Breathing in — I am formed
   breathing out — I am formless
      the air and sea are free

If “I” were we
   there would be no me
      doing got lost, so being will be

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© 2020 by Karen Bruce Lindsey