I strive to be the tree

Who stays rooted with gentle strength

I strive to be the wind

Formless and ever present

I strive to be water

Able to become any situation

I strive to be the bird

Who breaks its cage and flies free

I strive to be the slave

Who shatters his shackles to run free

I strive to be the heretic

Who screams his belief that society deems wrong

I strive to be the man

Who shakes his destiny of servitude

And learns that the love in his heart

Knows all things and frees all things

I strive to be the light

In which others may glow in fire

And see their transcendent beauty

I strive to be awake

Seeing all of creation, within and beyond

I strive to be love.

I strive to be God.