The Ascension of Descent.

Alone dark and cold, hanging on and releasing at the same time.

Could not hang on any longer, strength depleted to its final grasp.

Release. release. release.

Let go of everything, heart could not bare to hold, for it was all to painful and the suffering had become to heavy, pure gore, zero gold.

Down to the next breath and then death, all that was left to let go.

A string of light, like a harness felt upon the spine, the back, tethered well, yet feeling it could snap.

Let go, let go, gave away both. Next breath and Death alike, together whole, neither of which could longer bare, for the weight of it all crushed every air.

Fly you Fools!

Upon final release of the final two, the body mind, heart and soul laid still.

Numb, no feeling, no thought, no emotion, no life, no energy. All was gone as all had been released.

Everything to that string, that light tether, seemingly frail and seemingly ready to break.

And the descent began.

Deep, deep, deep.

Down, down, down.

Decent, Dissent, Descent.

Falling into oblivion the blackest and darkest of the the abyss.

When burst through the deepest film, through the surface, through the contrast, through separation itself.

Behold. Light!

In all it’s truest, For the dark laid below completely, wholly separated.

For like the eyes themselves light is turned upside down to see right side up.

Despite the fall and the feeling of, there was no descent.

For it was an Ascension!

Greatest Kind.

For in the great “fall” of life to the after. It is by that tether, that light, that seemingly flimsy string, by which we are drawn up.

ascend.

Though mind and feel only perceive descent, the deepest of the depths, is at the surface of the free.

Ripped out!

From the depths

From the very bottom.

Which was the very top itself.

For all is contrasted, confused by heart, mind and soul.

It is the light itself upside down to see right side up.

We dive into the cosmic waters surface and find ourselves atop the universe below, yet we are at the bottom of the atmosphere where the air is breathed, and Heavens above.

Raised up, suspended, levitating.

Light was the master and the puppet was on the rays, the strings.

Movement not granted, but eyes, by way of feel, by way of mind, opened to see.

That which laid below with sight of mind, and that which dwelled above with sight of heart and soul.

Eyes at the front and eyes at the back.

Face plant.

Trust Fall.

Allowed Not! to look upon the sun, for the light is blinding and eyes not ready for such sight.

Face down looking upon the plains of the blackest, the oily mirror. Seen present, past alike.

All of then, to all of now.

Separated from, such oily dark, could understand and see clear, yet no feel of it’s twisted tar. It’s mockery, it’s mimicking, it’s tease and it’s wrath.

For no longer was among such, removed completely, wholly, it’s slander and betrayal to no affect.

Things happened, gifts given and sights seen.

Of these another poem(s) needed, soon to be revealed, to let known, understood, by reader and feel.

Love is real and exists not in any fantasy, and we know not of it’s truest divinity.

For such a thing is only granted by way of portion, the full package would kill in this state, our state of being, we are not ready yet, for all to be seen and felt, for such a time is at the end of our time, and lessons learned, knowledge mined, and heart(s) felt. Is the task at hand. This now, this time, this life.

Falling up feels like falling down.

Here, now, this.

Is same kind of the descent of the ascend.

Shit flows down hill, yet we must climb through to reach the top. This life is a climb, a means to an end.

Climb hard and shit wade honest. Portions of paradise reside along the way, reach them and take comfort and rest, regain strength by way of honesty & humility.

For Hubris is a slippery bastard and intends,

back down,

the bottom,

to slide.