O Little Town of Occupy... (O, LITTLE TOWN OF OCCUPY!!!) With flutes, guitars and tents, (WITH FLUTES, GUITARS AND TENTS!!!) You stand your ground, your trumpets sound, (YOU STAND YOUR GROUND, YOUR TRUMPETS SOUND!!!) You make all kinds of sense.
Roll yourself forward until you are hovering just above the ground (your knees should come off the floor here).
When your foot strikes the ground, your thighs and cheeks follow the impact — not pretty.
Feel your feet on the ground, your clothes on your skin.
Finally, with your palms planted on the ground, your feet planted on the wall and your butt sticking up in the air, you jiggle.
"If you don't have good intelligence on the ground, your strikes are not precise, they involve collateral damage and casualties … making everything worse".
The backup quarterback David Carr said that "with those, you're usually on the ground, your chin strap is up your nose and you don't know which way is up".
You get your brain so worried about keeping your balance, his theory seems to be, that when you step back down on the ground, your mind is lulled into smoothness.
Ground your research statement.
As you accumulate Qi from the ground, your spirit rises.
Ground your roots deep into the Gaia; raise your wings high into the Heavens.
