Rooted in Soil

Rooted in soil —
We the new royal.
Before you ascend, you must charge up like a coil.

Spring.
Everything’s in flux.
I’ve got Bitcoin — I don’t need your bucks.

I’m unattached to the outcome, because I am free.
I’m a bird without a nest, gliding from tree to tree.

Like a fountain overflowing — full of abundance,
I thrive in the eternal return — nothing is redundant.

I’m not afraid to die, but I love life.
There’s so much meaning in the air —
like a crisp breeze that cuts like a knife.

Once you see it, you can’t unsee —
a divine manifestation of God,
shining back at me.

Even in darkness, you still hold the light.
You’re a candle with a flicker, just waiting to ignite.

So I’ll build the kingdom, stone by stone,
digging holes in the forest, all on my own.

To see with clarity — prioritize vitality.
Your body is the temple, you don’t need a church.
I’ll be chillin’ like an eagle,
laid back on my perch.