One

Gazing out over fields

Of waving stalks of grass

And dancing flower fuzz

Flitting, floating

Drifting through May's soft breath

I think -

Are we not all

Partly mounds of dirt, partly vegetable

Partly green and growing and bent toward the sun?

I am my mother's daughter

And one bloom on Mother Nature's

Age-old universal tree of life eternal.

From her springs all new sprigs

Children of the earth are we -

Let us roll in the fields

Bring its dirt, our dirt

To its mouth, our mouth.

Let us drink from the stream

And share our needs with each other:

Not indifferent to the one who crawls to her,

The stream needs me and I need the stream

For we are sisters, offshoots of the same tree;

The tree of Nature's existence blooms wide and long

So let us look around, open our eyes,

See the beauty of all oneness.

The meadow, the stream, the ocean, the birds, the sky -

All parts we differentiate with our minds, yet

When we look beyond that which we see

We know

That all is the same One.