Cliff-jumpers

Fresh off another gathering of
Cliff-jumpers.
The lessons that shine through
Are the same as the ones
So expertly articulated
By the kids.

The Sacred needs no frills,
Just an invitation :
“Remember.”
And
A big fat pinch of humor.

I watch again,
Mesmerized,
As years of pent-up
Distress and catastrophe
Melt
Into a soft sniffly smile,
Within minutes.

Lift the dam – our waters’ only yearning is for
MOVEMENT.

I worship again at
The cathedral of our bodies,
And
Oh my
Did someone say
Ecstatic?
Yes yes,
That is what we do here.
Roll around laughing helpless on the floor,
Yes bring it all in,
The merry carnival of
Every tear contraction fear wound,
The coins to pay for your journey into
THIS.

Take a breath.
A risk. Take charge and
Do the thing
You’ve been running from.
Yes,
It hurts
When it’s that raw,
It curls up your toes as you
OPEN
Stretch into a bigger, unfamiliar frame and
Air.
Space.

“Hey, let’s go to Earth and
Forget that
We love ourselves!”

New game babe.

It only takes me a few hours to
Fall in love with
Another crowd of strangers
And their goddamn beautiful
Will,
That lead them through the minefields
To a pile of cute zebra cushions,
To be reborn in snot and come as

Dragons.
Love.
Pure potential.

I have no words for the hum of
AAAAAAAAAAAA
Of the ride,
Or the breath that then
Scatters us to the four winds,
As we say our goodbyes and the real adventure
Begins.

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