I often dream about falling.
Such dreams are commonplace to the ambitious or those who climb mountains.
Lately I dreamed I was clutching at the face of a rock, but it would not hold.
Gravel gave way, I grasped for a shrub, but it pulled loose,
and in cold terror I fell into the abyss.
Suddenly I realized that my fall was relative;
there was no bottom and no end.
A feeling of pleasure overcame me.
I realized that what I embody, the principle of life,
cannot be destroyed.
It is written into the cosmic code,
the order of the universe.
As I continued to fall in the dark void,
embraced by the vault of the heavens,
I sang to the beauty of the stars and made peace with the darkness.
~ Heinz Pagels
