Identity is stagnation, calcification.
It’s an obstructed vantage point of a fleeting expression.
If change is the only constant, why cling to a moment of your multitudinous unfolding?
Accept that you are dynamism, personified and embodied. A shapeshifter. A breathing verb.
But even latching to this identity misses the point.
You are beyond definition. You are beyond.
Yes! Identity is the shackles.