We are this earthen lump. We are the life force materializing. We are the offspring of the Cosmos nailed to the spot, to this space-time cross of existence.
We are Spirit embodying.
We carry the torch as best we can. We stumble and fall. We help each other.
We are Earth walking.
We are mud and slime and clay. Hard rock, magma, and diamond.
We are slow moving melancholic sludge. If we stay in this condition, the alchemical experiment has failed. No gold.
We rise up, move in surprising ways, strong, light, delicate, quick stepping. No mud zombies here. Advance explorers from an unseen realm, we infuse our coagulation with life.
We are Spirit embodying.
We carry the torch as best we can. We stumble and fall. We help each other.
We are Earth walking.
We are mud and slime and clay. Hard rock, magma, and diamond.
We are slow moving melancholic sludge. If we stay in this condition, the alchemical experiment has failed. No gold.
We rise up, move in surprising ways, strong, light, delicate, quick stepping. No mud zombies here. Advance explorers from an unseen realm, we infuse our coagulation with life.
That resonates with familiarity beyond words. I love this journey. Time for our traveling companions to rise from our slumber.
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