Today I'll trust the Earth to bear my weight, to carry me.
Distrust is contagious. Watch Fox News: the business model guarantees the disease.
My steps withheld, weight tenderly delivered, energy spent containing within an imaginary armload.
My steps on the planet are mine alone or are they part of a composition?
The ego answers from behind the curtain "Oh, it is I who manages all, your DNA, the era that you were you were born in, the wealth of your country's treasury, the policies in place, all mine."
How did the mind and the ego decide I couldn't trust the earth to carry me?
That my tightened gut and jaw, my clenched fist, would guarantee the trick of walking without falling or being swallowed by the earth?
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