Clinging to the wreckage of Civilization.
Meaning: Reverence for the covenant with the land
The earth does not belong to us.
We are its breath, its burden, its bloom.
What we bind to the land must be worthy of the weight.
Place your bare feet on soil or stone.
Touch the ground and say: “I am held by this.”
Then vow one act of care for what carries you.
This is not ceremony—it is covenant.
The world watches not your words, but your steps.
Let them leave blessing, not bruise.
At dusk, press your palm to the earth.
Say nothing.
Let your heartbeat and the soil speak as one.