Edge
Edge
There it was—
a diving board.
Well, it looked like one.
I have lived on this
‘edge’
a long while.
The views—
endless,
effortless.
My ‘gaze’ held in these
moments.
So many clicks—
My lashes like a camera
lens.
One photo, then another.
The panoramic
view could not
be captured in a single
shot
nor in an accumulation
of images.
From the ‘edges,’
nothing stays the same.
The views, even if returning,
hold a new unspoken
visual.
Can I name it?
NO!
Its ‘timeless’ shutter
has pushed me
to leap—
Leap into
the air like a leaf
letting go from a tree.
Carried by winds,
it touches ground.
But, the risk I take
in soaring
finds no apparent bottom.
Instead, it is like a
black hole.
I descend,
yet I am hovering.
I am in realms
too vast for words.
I try to pen a few words,
yet the ink
melts into the darkness.
A galaxy of stars
enters from nowhere.
A few words drift into the presence of light.
I can no longer
sit upon the edge
waiting, wondering—
believing any ‘truth’
long since held.
(Not implying the past has not assisted
in the formation of my becoming)
I must speak the truth
revealing itself to me
—trust in its goodness
—share its message
ONLY if it extends oneness,
removes all facets of violence—
even if I am taken down
for casting love and love alone.
Sometimes, I want to reach back
for the ledge—
hold the perch that once held me.
Returning is not an option.
Living from this place,
I see only the angels
right beside me (and beyond).
There are so many…
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