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I am.
My birth is absolutely.
I am.
Here.
I am the Will.
My energy is free.
I penetrate every cell of the living and nonliving, that which I surround.
I step inside the circle.
Twilight and easy fatigue.
I am in You. You are in me.
Gentle hands touch my breath.
A quiet whisper: “breathe, breathe”.
I am Sprout.
My roots are deep underground.
They hold me.
My roots are a prop.
I am a Sprout in a stream of sun energy.
I’m raised higher and higher.
I’m already standing on my fingertips.
I am not afraid, my roots are deep and strong.
I am stretching up, pulling up by each cell.
I am Energy, there is no barrier to my movement.
Warm, thick, light as seeds of dandelions, strong as a gale, flashes of energy are circling around me.
I am Sprout. There is no fear.
I lean forward — this is my greeting to the Wind, which can tilt a little, to hug me in its impulse.
I accept you. Your breath merges with my energy.
I grow up. By every shoot and leaf. My hands are drowning and pulling up.
Voices flow around me, rolling inside the streams, moving in a circle.
I penetrate them and stretch up with them …
I am going up to where there is no pain and harm.
Only a point of rest in a blindingly bright electric field.
It bends and turns me. I am balancing with my fingertips on the parchment plane.
I am the Sprout, my roots are deep and protect me.
My stalk and leaves are dancing with the Wind.
I am Energy. I am absolutely calm in the upstream.
I join its power.
I am that Power.
Breathe …
I open my eyes.
There are millions of sun rays in my palms.
They gather in a circle and whirl, whirl.
My hands tremble to the beat with their dance.
I stretch my palms forward.
I tell You: “warm up”.