Falling, deeply falling.
Into a place where i can not hold on.
Into a place where i have no control.
Falling, falling like the leaves,
Dying to false realities,
to false identities,
Dancing, Swirling, Spiraling,
like the Autumn leaves lifted into the air by
the brisk breeze.
Rising like the Sun at dawn, brightness out of silence..
I am new, in this moment.
Re-born, into this NOW.
Harvey D. Cottrell II