O higher mind, when I in rapt amazement
percept that all the things are really One,
it’s so bizarre, to seem to be an agent
within a web so vast, a thrillion suns.
Then sings my soul, my consciousness, my mind:
I ride the wind, I ride the wind!
O tides, O blood, O seasons’ cyclic waters,
thy solar force will grow in every niche.
Mamma Earth shall always have her lawyers,
and we shall find new ways of feeling rich.
Then sings my soul, my mother gave me birth:
I ride the Earth, I ride the Earth!