Kicking my feet through the banks of snow
I hear a million crystals chiming
I am white, I am black, I am
Of brown, yellow and red tones too
French and English, Russian and German
I am Jewish, and I am Moslem
I am one with Christ and Buddha, both
I am one with all humanity.
I may be blasphemous, heretic
But at least I am whole, I am the
Light on the Statue of Liberty
Rock on top of Kilimanjaro
Breeze formed by butterfly wings
Winds of change in the social milieu
I am one with the fishes of the deep
I am one with stormy and calm sea
I am the circle of creation
And the emptiness space within it
I cannot change the world but I can
Imagine how it should and can be
That’s when I remember my real self
On horse with no name, desert-empty.