Walking on air never a care. The ground pushes me up as I float from step to step. Everywhere I go Earth conspires to keep me standing. No one to carry me when the universe holds me up. The energy of the universe permeates this being into existence. Millions of unseen conspiracies flowing through this body to keep it alive. A simple step not really simple when the universe conspires to make this happen. Every step taken a conspiracy of the universe to hold up this being in existence. Every step a dance of being to be thankful for.
