The edge is always there.
An abyss we will all fall into
Or leap
Or step with silent intention
One day.
If I look over into the chasm of the great unknown
Everyday
Curiosite replaces fear
And I can listen with my body
To the wisdim of Death.
The Grim Reaper
Becomes
The Angel of Death.
And when I jump or fall or step with my intention
She catches me
Like a child tossed in the air
And hugs my soul
Home.