Think of a stone floor

Where if you fall from a great height

You will only crash and crumble

Focus your thoughts once more

Hovering over a trampoline, in flight

Bouncing, flying, turn and tumble

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Floating like a lonely feather 🪶

Or on the wing in windy weather

Soaring over fluffy clouds

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It is only through softness

By giving way to another

That we reach our potential

For even the fabric of reality

Though we do not know its beginning

And cannot see out to its end

We do know for sure, it bends

END

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Alternative titles:

Surrender

Cosmic Destiny

Yielding