Here is something I wrote nearly thirty years ago. It's still one of my favorites. It came to me nearly complete.
If all men are truly one
As it's taught by every Buddha, every Christ,
Then I am each and every person,
And everyone is me.
If, then, I bear all the hurt, all the anger,
Every pang and all the pain,
I claim as well the exhilaration
Of each of history's finest days.
Where then is the level of unity?
Do I end with my hands, or my enemy's?
The world, the universe, the mind of God,
The surge and tuck of magnetic time,
All truths spring from this numinous matrix.
I follow each path chanting:
SO THIS IS THEE.