when the floor drops out

when the floor drops out,
the depth is endless,

nothing to stop your fall,
no way to hit bottom

once you have expanded
beyond Mars and Venus,
nothing left
to hold you in,
you can never again fit
into that tiny keyhole

frictionless

falling in heaven's arms

there is no ground to stand on,
and you don't need any ground
to stand on

you have sought everywhere
it is not,
but you can only fall
into it

the absence of effort
can never be found by
more effort

looking to the ego
for freedom from it
is like looking to oil companies
for oil-free solutions

off the grid

when the bottom drops out,
when it doesn't go
the way you wanted,
it's not supposed to

it's supposed to
cut the strings
that bind you,

it's supposed to
set you free

when the floor
drops
out