While everyone is so concerned with greatness…
…I find that my best friends… are… minute… in an array…
…of astonishing ways.

And they teach me… to become…
…smaller and smaller… and just as I begin…
…to disappear… my soul… emerges into the space…
…that my former greatness… vacated.

And there… …at last… my secret self finds liberty…
and all I am is shining… and glories… flowing… and singing…
…loving (and disappearing) again… and again…