Solid Ground

Put my feet on solid ground,

Well, as solid as anything

That’s made of vibrating strings

Of energy and emptiness can be.

I’ll walk, assisted by gravity

And hold fast to the flow of constant change.

Under it all or through and through, above and below there is a hum,

Something to rely on.

Stay with that.

Sing.

The song is the only stable thing.

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