Across the river is another country
An imaginary, arbitrary line drawn in the water
Separates you from me and versa vice
Yet the birds flying overhead see no division
See no separateness and fly north and south
The fishes under the surface
Swim east to west and west to east
Each diurnal journey
With no discernment of separation
But we
We intelligentsia
Say this is true
Our lands, our traditions
What we honor, what we hold true
Is not what you may hold dear
This is us and that is you
Because we say so
Because we do so
And we agree upon this
We make laws upon this
We set up barriers upon this
Yet the birds fly
And the fishes swim
Unhindered by arbitrary lines
Free in reality
Ron Eklof 2007
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