As you are different
So I am the same


As I approach the traffic light of life
It turns yellow


Books and words and letters
Convey gibberish to the unlearned


The soul is moved
Through the rhythm and beauty of God


All around us is wonder and awe
Yet in us is a consuming void called self


Why do we allow the division
How can we see the separation; like lines on a map


Before the time there was a time
When all was one and one was enough


The animals, the plants, the atmosphere
were to me relatives and family


The pulse of the planet
surged through the pump of our combined hearts


Today I am an abandoned and disowned 
I am a thief in my own home


Cast me not into the dungeon of mine heart
For I surely will perish in that cold desolation


And burn in the flames of the memories
of things not consummated