POEM: Falling for It — Coming Down to Munch Time, “The Scream”

There is a Buddhist metaphor for life, that we are in a freefall from a cliff, and that learning to relax during this freefall is the key to life. I am not one much attracted rollercoasters and the like, but when I have ridden on them, I have found it an interesting challenge to see how much I can relax during the ride. Perhaps Buddhists should have rollercoasters in their temples — strike that, they already realize they are in a freefall.

Falling for It — Coming Down to Munch Time, “The Scream”

He was speechless
Having fallen for it
With utter abandon
The priestess of awe
Had for tolled
Life is like a dropping
From a cliff
A free fall
Of incalculable worth
Coming down
To Munch time
Dealing with fast
Before he eats it
That terminal velocity
Before hitting his bottom
Her words
Like the win
Unrushed by his years
Breathing presence
Gently inspiring
Before expiring
Relax
And enjoy the ride
You awe ready no
The real fear
Don’t feel
Soar
Even like
A bird
Dropping

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