Free Fall poem & fiction 12 [thank you for growing together]
Nobody sees the King of Wands and the Queen of Wands.
It’s almost as if they’ve vanished, yet their names and stories are heard nearly everywhere here.
Nobody knows if they're still alive.
Queen of Wands in Loveland (the most commonly seen look by others here)
The Empress and Emperor lovingly embrace, cuddling into each other under a big old tree bearing fruit.
Chuckles and Haha also appear, bringing the herbal aroma to their herbal pizzas. Chuckles is a parsley seed fairy, and Haha is a thyme seed fairy.
'With time, we might age or even find ourselves in more complicated cycles of life. Are you sure you want to keep it here with us?' she asks gently.
'Well, we are loved, and those things don't matter to me. But we could send time away if you wouldn’t like to see this happening,' he says.
'It's okay. I'm trying to flow with time as naturally as we flow with the river,' she says.
'What if I turn it into something beautiful and spread it everywhere with you?' he says.
'How?' she asks.
He holds her hand, and they bounce on a layer of the time-harmonic field. Then, they turn into the smallest sound particles, vibrating with different layers of time-harmonic fields that look like vibrant fabrics stacked together. All the Kings and Queens they’ve spread across the planets appear as tiny little dots on the fields, smaller than ants, disappearing so subtly they barely notice. Afterwards, they turn into light particles as they reach the centre, bouncing with such speed they feel all the colours as they pass through layers of waves stacked like coral. They become Higgs bosons as they collide in the middle of these colourful light rays, strokes, pearls, and strange particles. When they've had enough fun, they turn back into liquid, flowing into their river.
'Wow, this is so fun! We did it,' she says.
'Yes,' he smiles, holding her hand with so much love in his eyes.
'I love you!' they say together, giggling under the same tree as they sit at the same spot again.
12
All you knew was that you'd hope for a free fall.
You trusted in the safety net or whatever there
when you took the leap of faith,
so, you took a chance.
Enjoy a free fall.
Smile in a free fall.
f
a
l
l
.
it's insane, wild, and unreal
to trust that a free fall was for you, but you did what made you feel alive.
you could free fall as anything you love.
you could free fall like you've never grown up.
you could free fall touching all the clouds.
free fall as Gwen Stacey, free fall as a little goldfish, free fall as Chihiro, free fall as Nü Wā, free fall as Mirabel, free fall as Pandora.
f
a
l
l
.
Did I catch you
when you
free fall?
You'll just be you.
But nature could hold our hands if it would enjoy the free fall too.
Who's here for the free fall and all?
Would you bounce back up to the sky
or roll down the mountain to the sea
after the free fall?
You enjoyed having all the other lovely, kind souls around.
You also enjoyed being on your own, just yourself.
Was it a blessing or a curse for you to tell?
You looked up to the sky
and saw the forgiving Sun
shining every ray on everyone, without thinking of
excluding one for all, or any of any at all.
The world just
loves us
and all, like anyone
and anyone at all.
Anyone at all.
Anything and anyone at all.
How to keep the one match from blowing out
before exploding with love?
How to face the whole world being twisted before
our eyes?
How do we feel or choose what's next,
when we were
just nothing at all?
Like dust particles
in the universe.
Like nothing at all.
Were we nothing at all?
How could love be real?
How could memories, or humans, be real
if we were nothing at all?
With your free fall.
Nothing at all.
I love the ways you free fall and all.
You were a
miracle of love
from the moment of your birth.
You brought us hope.
You brought us life.
You brought us something after all.
Out of all the sad songs you listened to, you knew you felt seen when falling through.
In a world being shaped by
labels of what others
thought might be ideal, even if you're nothing at all right here, right now, you could still be anything at all.
Even in nothing, something mysterious had been moving after all, maybe trying to 'give birth' to something, not all.
Was it Quantum Vacuum Fluctuation?
Were there really frequent interactions between multiple dimensions?
Or was it more of a void filled with Higgs bosons?
If we all came from an expansion
from a Zero-Point Field,
then was it more like
breathing in and breathing out, as humans expand and branch out
like a human breathing out?
Why were you into philosophy when you're not even from that field of study?
Well, because everything's connected to philosophy and the thoughts intertwined could save us from the thoughts that were dragging us down.
Maybe you felt like soap when you threw these questions out.
Most of the people just took three steps back, as if they might be the bacteria, or it's the other way around.
If the questions stayed unanswered, you found joy in them somehow.
Like different forms of Lao Tsu,
sculpted in many shapes and forms,
and nobody knows which is true,
but perhaps each is a part of the truth,
or was a part of it,
branching out
into more truths, and those that are not,
but serve their purposes for those who believe.
With the sayings being rewritten
and reinterpreted in countless ways, the most famous translated philosophy book is even different from the words of the same older excerpt they found in the tomb.
Yes. That open-source philosophy book of Lao Tsu you thought you knew.
Documentaries, books, people.
Social media, streaming, videos.
Words, pictures, arts.
Stories, thoughts, sounds.
Songs, poems, you.
What were the things holding our world?
Might
be
love.
What would you be
when you could be anything at all.
But, it's okay to be nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
At this moment only,
being
nothing
at all
until we feel something else.
If you free fall,
we would also be safe and sound.
If their love could change their prophecy, you could just trust yourself.
Accepting all your deepest fears, seeing the beauty of arts using shadow somehow.
Not blaming the darkness or leave for only the light, but loving the natural lights and all the shadows that made you 'you' right now.
Might be challenging, but it could be effortless too.
We try in ways that are
suitable and comfortable
for us this time.
You would free fall.
You might free fall.
It's a free fall that you could enjoy somehow.
Along with
all the quick questions you asked yourself, could you answer them
honestly now?
Sing along while we dance.
Who said we can't dance in a free fall?
Take the time
for what you love.
Take the time
just to find out
what you love.
Take the time, sprinkle some thyme
on a little dish you love.
You might fall, but you are loved
by the world that's holding us
with every cloud, every raindrop, every petal that falls with us
just to continue the cycle of beautiful blooms.
Look, happy miracles of love
happening again
in a different way for us.
Thank you for growing together, after all.
Other poems here.
I love the ways you free fall and all
with love,