Sometimes in life I feel like I am falling backward down into a well waiting for the water to hit, but I keep falling and the light of day above is getting away from me. Soon I'll never be able to get back - to equilibrium, to the potential energy inherent in a human, but especially MY unique potential energy - call it a talent, call it IKIGAI or soul's purpose...only mine and when I align, everything is ok in the world. Nothing lacks. Creative service I call it, because [[actualized creativity]] needs to be of service to our collective consciousness, to the community and cultural networks it arises in. Misplaced ambitions, a fear of being an imposter, the pressure of failed convictions all lead the fall, sometimes quicker like the background is a speed warp, falling fast like driving on an open freeway. Other times like parachutes on my knees open and I hang there drifting towards my inevitable perishing. #### Faith is forged at the threshold of doubt. Relief comes all at once like a wave and I'm lifted with no solid mass behind me. My body is a cannonball fired at the sky. Rays of realization flash like lightning from a vajra wand and I'm up and out, right side up, through the tunnel, upright and on solid ground — agile and discerning, I stand in my body awakened, balancing again on the razor edge. --- ## LYRICS I'm **fall**ing faster from the ground I'm after time turns to lightyears I **fear** I've struck the bomb