New and also ancient oneness:
As she is, so am I.
And the sun is our morning coffee,
And the moon is our lamp at dusk,
The ancient rivers are flowing
To fill our drinking cup.
The ancient rhythms are drumming,
They keep the time of our hearts,
A new age on Earth is coming–
Its light is my light, too.
I rejoice in the web we are weaving,
The earth, and I, and you.