Don’t try and catch me
When I fall
I’m falling by choice
‘But you might get hurt when you land,’ you said
Don’t worry, I replied, there is no ground
This falling is without end
Falling itself is the only ground

Choosing the unknown
Turning away from mind’s constant need to know
Mind’s constant reassurance
And our addiction to certainty
Sends us into a tail spin
Even a panic

‘What happens if I let go completely!’ you scream,
‘Will I die?’ you beg

Try it and find out
Give up your knowledge for a moment
Turn away from your certainty
Fall into doubt
But you must do it fully
Fall into the unknown, keep your hands by your side,
And don’t clutch to anything
If you land somewhere
Some ledge of certainty
You have probably grasped at some false hope
Jump again!

There is no ground friend
And the unknown is your liberation
But on the way down
Your mind’s tyrannous nature
Will beg and scream and cry and threaten
And that’s where your work is
Right there on the ragged edge
As you fall
It’s a beautiful death.