Tipping over
There is a core life skill
That people who have had a few lifetimes,
And perhaps remember some of them,
Have.
It’s a whiteteethgleaming
Earth thing.
You can’t just come here from somewhere else and know it
We made it here
Maybe it’s what we come here to learn...
You have to die screaming on a bloody battlefield
Twist in a ships spars as you are dragged to the depths
Perhaps get really jealous and kill yourself, or someone else.
Generally cause some mayhem, one lifetime or another
And you learn something about yourself and others
You learn that at a certain breathless point
It doesn’t matter anymore
You can just let go
And you don’t have to give a fuck
You grin and bite and scream and you tip over
Into lashing hair and burning eyes
And a whole-body joy at life and living in all its
Heartfull heartfelt heartless glory
You fly through the air, off a powder-covered rock
Over the handlebars of a dirtbike onto the gravel
Spinning with a surfboard, churning under a frothwave
Backwards on a slender rope into 200 feet of swooping air
And as you fall you scream with joy
You let go, because holding on is pointless and you
Let it take you, this spinning beauty that is the unknown
It’s hard to describe how much joy
You can feel
When you are tipping over
Into don’t give a fuck
You can use it every day
For crying children
And bills
And bad traffic
And anything that’s pointless
You can just let go
Tipping over into a fierce joy
Because it’s silly, and everything can be healed and everything can be fixed
Even you