She sits on the edge of the cliff now
Contemplating how
She arrived at this moment
The journey to which was slow yet swift
Long yet impetuous
Wholesome yet insidious
Beautiful yet hideous
But somehow she knew would arrive here
In the End
But she didn’t know that this
Was and always is
The Beginning
So whether she falls off
Or jumps
Is pushed off
Or bumped
The expansiveness will catch her
And whether she will land
On the rocks
In the sea
Or in the sand
She is lovingly held in her rebirth
Unconditionally by Mother Earth
© Sahar' s Mad World