Disillusionment

There’s this brilliant moment,

while on the edge of a cliff.

When the sun shifts,

from behind to above.

That the mind no longer casts the shadow of such threatening heights...

And right before my eyes,

This cliff transforms to flat ground.

That’s when I realize, falling is not falling

Except further into illusion.

The sun shifts from behind me to above,

The Grand Canyon becomes flat ground.

There is nowhere to fall.

I simply walk forward.