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May 2014
Stumbling to the edge of the cliff,
Fear is nowhere to be found,
As I stare into the void,
A noise escaped,
Was this my thoughts?

Hearing silence is odd,
You can feel this sound,
With the beast circling over head,
I rethink my intentions,
Who I thought I was is simply holding me back.

I out grow my shell to become what I might be,
With toes dangling over edges,
Waves crashing underneath on rocks bellow,
Its hard to believe what I think I know.

Yearning for a greater sense of connection,
With winds of change pushing at my back,
As I prepare for this leap of faith away from belief,
I think back one last time,
Fear is tapping my shoulder again,
I look ahead to see love standing with arms wide open,
The dynamic of my mind will never surely be the same,
Gathering courage as my knees bend,
Wondering where in the water I'll land.

I jump into what I perceive as free fall,
I was free but I was not falling,
Illusions peel away from encasing my being,
I began to spread my wings and fly off towards the horizon of truth,
Finally, finally I'm on my way home.
Wolf Irwin
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Wolf Irwin
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