a space time matter
is gravity's defiance
flouting skydivers ~
Indoors space is limited
skywards, time is limited
Life's not precious
Some waste it
Some enjoy it.
Oh, wild side of me.
Pushing me to face my fears.
Skydiving was
the new adventure.
Day before the jump,
butterflies in the stomach.
I woke up several times.
I jumped over and over in my mind.
Concentrating on my breathing;
It kept me relaxed.
It's now or never!
Said, my wild side.
I literally putted myself,
in the hands
of God’s
and my instructor’s.
Things were not as I had imagined.
It was not a great fall into the void,
somehow the winds hold us up.
I felt like a bird for a few minutes.
What an incredible feeling
of freedom and peace.
Especially, when the parachute opens.
Beautiful view from above.
I honor my wild side,
It empowers me.
Fills me with self-confidence.
Test passed.
High above the parade ground
Our four groups of three
Lined up in a helicopter
Hovering over the trees
With parachutes heavy on our backs
The jump master checks for any slack
Chutes tightly packed, closed with twine
Fastened by cord to the static line
No one wants to be the first
Though we all willingly volunteered
After several hours of training
Our first time was finally here
Hooked into the floor
Inching closer to the open door
One by one... we jump
Our hearts in our throats... thump
Whoosh... we are floating
Slowly toward the ground
Open parachutes above us
Friends watching from the ground
Skydiving is good to the very last drop
For a second parachute, I'd definitely opt
You'll need a nurse
Crashing to the earth
Or wind up as fertilizer for next spring's crop
I fall
From the highest mountain peak
From a skyscraper taller than eyes could see
From a star so high it must be a galaxy furthest from me, I fall
Skydiving, eyes closed and dreaming
Free falling into the moment before me
Faith in whats meant to be, will be
I let be
Letting go, falling still I see
A life fulfilled
Vibrant in beauty, compassion and love
Delivered straight from endless skies above
The journey never ends, yet I smile
Knowing....
Whats meant to be, will be
sky
diving
free-falling
parachute thrust
up.
your plane, in the air
prepare to jump, all is clear
flew out, with a tear
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