Did you hear the song of the ground?
A soft tune beating here beneath
Your feet. Listen! As it whispers:
"You can trust me. Yield, roll, sit, walk,
run, jump, fly—I'll be there. Open!
You can feel me, my resistance,
You can build upon me—your dreams
Of freedom, and fancy, and play.
Those who don't listen are afraid.
They're fearful, worried to master
Their steps. Yet falling, and failing.
Scattered, they forgot how to dance.
Confused, they call my embrace death.
You'll surrender to me. But first,
Let's move until the flames are tired
Of their own glow, and we are just
Sweat, and breath—and fulness of love."
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