Falling Down Stairs-A Metaphor

Nothing exists
          before the top step:
                    all is simply a void.

A small disturbance
          in this present reality, and then,
                    suddenly, unexpected flight.

The knowledge of what is occurring
envelopes as a meditation,
a mantra that will liberate:
a benediction that will change.
Forever.

The peace of the passage
is interrupted, not by pain,
but the short, sharp snap
of breaking bones.
Awareness grows.

The peaceful flight long past,
the rolling tumble terrifies,
while pain is like lightning,
flashing at random
in a storm.

Body position
          is strangely angular,
                   and the fall complete.