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Take a breath, let it glaze over you. Feel the weight of the world pulling down, Feel the grass and soil rise around you, Feel the roots split and mud pull away. Tame your mind, let it serve you. Thou art that, flesh and bone and breath. Heed the tremors in your joints, Sense the rawness of your nerves. Attend to the radiation all around, Feel your cones open in the light, See the colors, know the light as it comes to you, Feel the cool, damp, earth. Everything is being. You are alive. Feel the heat of your blood as it courses through you, Hear it rush through your veins. Feel the Earth spin. You're along for the ride. You are the electro

At the ocean’s edge, he stood there, dreaming, Away from deep waters’ scheming. Alone, he looks across the water, Awaiting the prodigal daughter And never may she come. For that which does not exist cannot come. Freedom from existence is the choice won For those that escape mortal bite, From the chance of what good might. Fear the living drum. To the sound of that beat, waves crash ashore. Then his ears can hear no more, There is but silence from what is lost. That, I’m afraid, is also the cost. This is left: the lonesome hum. E’er he stands, fore’er alone, Excepting of the harsh waves’ dog. Even now, he