Unfiltered from the heart

jagged rocks press into the flesh
solidly holding up forms
while the fog bank obscures the plunging depths
airily dismissing the gravity of the situation
solidity surrendering into formlessness
the chasm beckons, bellowing the siren’s song

there is no looking back; no need to become salty now
the only way is forward

the wind above is still
as if waiting for a soul-felt answer
to the burgeoning question
expanding with each moment of pause

the air torrents bubble up from below
repeatedly whispering ‘let go’
as if to promise a safe flight or landing
even though any answers are unapparent

any decision is inherently one of death
of what was or what could have been
or perhaps even what had never been
or the death through stagnation
a decision unmade
~to remain as is~
is itself a decision

egoic structures must be shed
merely beliefs; an unformed death
while a veneer, or mask, it is a superficial shedding
yet feels as if it were the removal of
actual flesh

pressing back into the edge
grounding into this moment
there are countless bloodless deaths;
decimated beliefs in unreal & self-imposed limitations

the solidity of earth, it blesses the moment
applauding the (repeatedly repeated) decisions
to shed what was once believed necessary
to dive into the mist
of the great unknown

to let go is its own death; there is a grief
as waves of possibility crash & die
on beaches untouched & now erased
while new waves of possibility take form, shifting sands
creating new opportunities
ones that could only be birthed & take shape
in the death of old decisions

there is a sense of home
in the swirling currents of the unknown

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