Playing with the butterflies, squirrels, birds <br />Embracing the fruits, flowers and seeds <br />The identification then remains stagnant <br />For quite some years <br />Then with the members of the community <br />Would like to attach <br />Cling on and cherish them <br />In the neighbourhood by the country <br />Befriending, helping, empathising <br />Expand the 'self' <br />No more walls now <br />A free, vagrant vagabond strolling past <br />The villages, cities, continents <br />Loving every face of man and woman <br />Black and fair <br />Rich and poor <br />Feeling every creatures pain own miseries <br />Healing their woes, agonies, malaises <br />In 'summum bonum' and ecstasy <br />All relations bound in a garland <br />Of 'Humanity' <br />Not a less or more <br />But the centre of the core <br />Of that radiating circle <br />Whose centre is in the middle <br />Without any circumference <br />Just an atom in the world <br />Still yet everything.<br /><br />Green Peace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/myself-to-thyself/
