You have known many takers, known many givers, walked many pathways, crossed many rivers.
You have known many husbands, lovers and wives. You have died many deaths, lived many lives.
You have been a seeker, you have been a finder, you have found the forgotten and remained a reminder.
You have worn many costumes and fanned a few fires. You’ve tidied the mess and untangled the wires.
You have been the wild, been the idle, swung up in the saddle and borne the bridle.
You are the gardener as well as the flower. You are eternity and also the hour.
You have written the song, invented the singer. You are a happiness giver, sadness bringer.
You have climbed the wall, slept on the floor. All this you have done, and more.
All these things, I too may be. All these things, I too might see,
though it’s true we come from different places, though we look through eyes on different faces.
Many roads, one destination. Many rhythms, one vibration.