dream about falling

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I often dream about falling. 

Such dreams are commonplace to the ambitious or those who climb mountains. 

Lately I dreamed I was clutching at the face of a rock, but it would not hold. 

Gravel gave way, I grasped for a shrub, but it pulled loose, 

and in cold terror I fell into the abyss. 

Suddenly I realized that my fall was relative; 

there was no bottom and no end. 

A feeling of pleasure overcame me.

 I realized that what I embody, the principle of life, 

cannot be destroyed.

 It is written into the cosmic code,

 the order of the universe. 

As I continued to fall in the dark void, 

embraced by the vault of the heavens, 

I sang to the beauty of the stars and made peace with the darkness.

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~  Heinz Pagels

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reblogged from: http://whiskeyriver.blogspot.com/

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