Falling

What if you are not failing,
but falling
into the quiet truth
of who you were always meant to be.

Close your eyes
and lean forward anyway.
Trust the unseen.
Trust the wind beneath the breaking open.

Fall into the deep chasm
of your own becoming,
where fear loosens its grip
and purpose rises to meet you.

Feel the air against your skin,
your arms stretched wide with surrender,
not plummeting
but soaring toward something vast,
something luminous,
something more alive than you have ever allowed yourself to imagine.

You are standing at the precipice
between who you have been
and who you are brave enough to become.

And maybe this is what transformation feels like.
Not certainty.
Not control.
But motion.
Sacred and untamed.

A divine unraveling.
A holy descent into yourself.

Whole.
Radiant.
Joy-filled.

Falling, at last,
into your own light.