God did not give her roots, He gave her boots

As within, so without

As above, so below

What keeps me growing?

What keeps me grounded?

This is correspondence

It's an inner knowing

And knowing I've not found it

To restlessly strive is a human plight

To find, what you seek

Not by will. Not by might.

Those who inherit the earth, need be meek

Humility, like an ox, keeps me

Courage, like the lion, propels me

Vision, like the flying eagle, reminds me

The merging of these energies forms a holy grail

The cup God placed inside of you

That only MIND can fill

So if you are wonderin what grounds me--and propels me toward the sky

Baby doll, listen

I do not beg, I create

I do not wait to seize the day

I lift my eyes, up to the sky and I ask God for a better way

I ain't got no branches and 'specially got no roots

I put my faith in God alone--and also these two boots!