freefalling

i lay by the river on the rock, the hump of its uneven surface rounding perfectly into the back of my anahata heart chakra, the place behind the sternum, where the shoulderblades meet, spreading them apart and tearing my chest open to the infinite autumn sky. the scintillating light on the leaves, the sensuous wind on my skin. the roaring everpresent aum of the river. without notice, a single leaf suddenly detaches from its swaying branch and descends, freefalling gracefully, held by the translucent wind whose embrace i cannot see. it is impossible to predict its path, all i can do is watch, riveted, fascinated to witness its path as it falls floating on invisible currents to the water. where it tosses fluidly, swirling slowly through underwater pirouettes, cascading to who knows where. eventually to rot somewhere, and become another tree, perhaps, in time. and then another. and then another. such faith. just letting go and freefalling, each in their own time.
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