Thursday, March 1, 2012

rush

I begin falling into myself,
dropping, flying, hollowing in.
An endlessness of sorrow and of joy,
the pin drop point of experience
that contains everything within itself.
This must be the birth place of compassion
because for a moment I am crying with you
and for a moment your happiness is mine too
and I can feel everything, and I am falling into you
and within myself.
There is no landing, 
the falling is my only resting place.


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