Funny how most don’t think it’s safe
To be out on the edge ―
Where you can see over
Into the abyss below.
But what’s where the growth happens ―
Where your edges expand
And the plateau of self grows bigger and better ―
As if it were rather the point of life
To apply Truth to self and watch it grow.
And I can attest:
The more it grows,
The less likely I am to fall over,
And the more friends I can support ―
However weak or strong they may be.
And they can stand in the middle
If they want ―
Whether at my place or theirs ―
But if they come over here,
They’re going to have to get used
To me ranging all over, and spending
More time at the edge of me
Than they may think is wise and safe.
But I don’t mind;
I’ve had to get used to the idea myself.
