Descension

One thing I learned about life is: the best things come from the greatest fall.

Just like when the stardust fell from the heavens,

formed a mass of flesh and bone,

cast it off somewhere in the jungle and called it a beast.

The beast we are said to have had our human explosion from,

grown from trees,

yet we decide to tear them down,

watch them fall,

then create something great.

I guess it’s just recycling.

The best things come from the greatest fall

Think about skydiving.

As your body descends to Earth your mind gets the courage to enjoy your death wish.

Says to itself “well in case this doesn’t last forever…”

and the excitement makes tidal waves in your belly

until gravity brings them still as your feet hit soil.

You’re an astronaut who never left earth,

only decided to fall away from his will to be bound to sanity.

The best things come from the greatest fall

Do you remember the first time you fell off your bicycle?

Your adolescent body being ejected from metal and rubber,

the bicycle saying to use your legs instead.

The legs that made you stumble during your first steps,

the first time the celestial star dust inside of you got the courage to move forward.

Even if you had to fall first to learn how to keep going.

And you’d think and think and think about how you were going to get up.

Ascend into that airplane again, just to jump out and land back where you started.

Questioned why you’d fall from such great heights for a thrill

and finding out

that the treasure is in the fall itself.