The free fall

Fear of free fall - do you catch me or do I slide through you, through the mass which calls itself body. 

Falling through your soul, clinging to your heart until I burn my hands. Letting go and seeing the ground closer and closer before my eyes. 
Deeper and deeper I fall along with my parts and am caught in the continuous loop of disastrous emotions. 
But usually suffering does not come alone, pattern of duality; suffering is followed by ecstasy.

 Am intoxicated; my drug - you. 

Now, I rise - could move mountains and glide across seventh heaven, hear butterflies laugh and rehearse with them the enchanting sounds of life. Put myself in every cell and feel every neighboring atom. Contemplating the six colors of life and letting their brilliance illuminate me. 

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Yet here I am, now once again, about to free fall. My feet move slowly towards infinity. This seems to be so far and nevertheless so near. 
But you pull me back, hold my hand and whisper in my ear: "you are surely my beloved". 

I am again in free fall, but now in the fall towards your heart. A place which welcomes my individual building blocks. 

A place which resembles paradise and yet is so close to hell. 
A place which resembles Me. 
A place which is Me. 

Me, with all my parts, with all the twelve virtues and with all my vices.