riding the crest of a wave

i am not thinking. i am not breathing. i am only falling forward, forever, in love with gravity because there is nothing to fall on. there is only the perpetual freefall.

i am unafraid. i am soaring. i am without restraint. i am liberated.

exuberance. overflowing. upwelling. climaxing.

oh to bear forever that soft spiraling upward climb. to hold on to the very crest. to be flayed open.

oh to be fearless in pursuit of sheer joy. to be relentless in the climb into fulfillment.

and what when the wave breaks on shore? we are spent; we are grounded again. we are dissolved.