There is beauty even in the fall,
In the plummeting rush of downward momentum,
In racing to a low point
And then another lower still,
Descending to the bottom.
Up, up, you’d been told to climb,
To fight to the top,
To near the heavens.
Gather and hold yourself
Where the water stills.
Just be.
Then see where your life flows.
Follow it to the sea.
Let the sun transform you,
And you will rise light as air.
Awake & Amused 
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