Let Me Be
Let me be alone in this world
And find the abode of my Self
Let me be with all the creations of the world
And let these be my wealth.
Let me be like a bird flying high
Reaching the heavens with my wings
And, like a prayer soaring in the sky
Let me praise beauty when I sing.
Let me be the gentle rose
With petals as red as blood
And let there be beauty in a prose
As subtle as a flower bud.
Let me be like air that I breathe
And drift a-swift in the land
To carry with me wayward seeds
And paint the ground a-grand.