My Spirit Is My Own Poem by Phil de Lange

My spirit is my own...
My spirit and body;
one creation
one being
one harmony

I stand naked in fear of the self;
one body
one mind
one self
I choose not my path,
but create the journey;
one light
one life
one journey

Let us go then,
counting the steps in years of wisdom...
Let us sit in the shade of sanctity...
Let us cry the freedom call;
one sight
one sound
one call

Then may you see
the finger you point,
rests crooked along your desire;
one greed
one lie
one desire