Oneness can be ours.
Walking into a room full of strangers
what is it that divides us, when we can see
our secret purpose together is love
conspiring in and among us?
When we come back to our natural ground.
Walking into a Maytime wood together
digging a firepit in virgin bracken
'The problem is not the earth', you say
'It is us'. And the birdsong agrees.
Playing music together
listening intently to each other's melody,
loosening our boxed edges...
And if we can learn to sing together
the way the Spirit of Fire made us
speak together all at once, and yet
each understanding each other's tongue—imagine
a circle where each of us sounds our note
one by one, high or low, all round its perimeter
then rising together in a single, harmonic shout of YES !
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