It’s not the name

Not even the face

But the soul

That is the same

It’s not the toil or action

Not the place

But the heavy toll

Of which we each paid a fraction

It’s not the tale

Not how it’s told

But what is meant

That we avail

It’s not the ego

Not young or old

But how we went

And where we can go

It is the spirit, the essence

What’s the same in me

That we have in common

To share, to reflect our presence

Our spirits resonate

Together, tuning to one key

Harmony is what we summon

So our selfish burdens can abate

We look for the similarity

Forgiving our varied stripes

Accepting what’s diverse

Hold no despair over disparity

We’re divinely guided by a greater good

Arms open wide, to all types

In all, we see the universe

Nameless, our circle exceeds sole selfhood.