Myself and Glad of It

I am so glad to be me,

no – make that overjoyed,

by God I am glad of it!

I don't wish to be anyone else

for better or worse, a blessing or curse,

I have so much to do, there's much to be done;

time is a luxury, and so am I.

I've but one wish toward

all those others about me –

extending to still more others –

a horde of them, a city, a continent:

I want each one, each and every one

of you to stop and love yourself,

rejoice with me in being you –

for as there's no other me,

there can be no other you.

When you have this, really –

when you have this, only then

will you have ground, the earth

will bless your feet, the air

will refresh your mental and physical wealth.

Only then will you grasp equality, basic sanity,

giving and receiving, becoming Human.

When you have this – only then will you

finally be in the position to ask:

What is this “I“ all about?

No one else can do that but you.