Conditioned probabilities circle round this steadiness.
Impetuous vines, wave in the breeze, bringing tumult and reckless energy.
We are quick to forget from what solidity the appearance springs.
Tree consciousness with mercurial adornments.
Steady yourself and focus on the vibrations, the spooling.
Steady yourself to notice the undoing.
Pull those sticky tendrils off and breathe.
You are still enveloped in the naturalness of what remains.
If vines challenge the wind, let them slip through your hands.
They have no agenda, you only imagined these distractions.
Whether vines encircle you or not,
you can stay at home in that loving stability.
Whatever meme comes to visit,
welcome the whole show, fearlessly.
Yet, you know where the roots are.
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