Heil dem Geist, der uns verbinden mag;
denn wir leben wahrhaft in Figuren.
Und mit kleinen Schritten gehn die Uhren
neben unserm eigenlichen Tag.

Ohne unsern wahren Platz zu kennen,
handeln wir aus wirklichen Bezug.
Die Antennen fühlen die Antennen,
und die leere Ferne trug . . .

Reine Spannung. O Musik der Kräfte!
Ist nicht durch die läßlichen Geschäfte
jede Störung von dir abgelenkt?

Selbst wenn sich der Bauer sorgt und handelt,
wo die Saat in Sommer sich verwandelt,
reicht er niemals hin. Die Erde schenkt.

Strength to the animals and plants soaked in oil
Strength to those who must hide in fear from evil
Strength to those who remind us of our humanity
Strength to those who plant trees and seeds
Strength to those who give time to others and expect nothing in return
Strength to those who listen patiently
Strength to the sentient beings all around
Strength to those who speak the truth
Strength to those who make progressive change
Strength to those who risk life and limb to save lives
Strength to those who have lost their mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers
Strength to those who have lost their children, husbands or wives
Strength to those who scream for equality and justice
Strength to the seas choking on algae
Strength to the Earth who has given and continues to give us everything
Strength to those who are gunless, strength to those who are gunless
Strength to those who never stop trying to be better
Strength to those who love with their whole hearts
Strength to those who feel the ground shake
Strength to those who are being poisoned by bad water
Strength to those fleeing fires
Strength to those who are homeless
Strength to those who desire to own nothing
Strength to those who are gunless
Strength to those who no longer accept things as they are