Love's Freefall
Old age and dying are like landing—parachuting into a sky once feared.
Love's Freefall
🌱 Seeded by CJB today
Old age and dying
are like landing—
parachuting
into a sky once feared.
The aches, the slowing,
the ripples of time—
not punishment,
but markers,
signs you’re nearing the place
you were always meant to find.
Potential...
It’s all potential…
Potentially today!
Yes, life is all potential,
It's funny that way...
From your first cry,
you freefall—
into pain, and
into love.
Before you know it,
you must act.
But pulling the cord feels far too late.
Falling through 20—30—40—
and now
you’re spinning through fate.
Thoughts flutter:
No more time?
Heartbeats flapping
as 60, 70, 89...
all rise on the horizon.
Wasn’t youth
the place to land?
To taste soul happiness?
Fear stills the air,
and through breaking clouds
you glimpse the unexpected—
a landing more beautiful
than any dream erected.
Touchdown nears,
your eyes glisten,
and you smile—
the truth palpable:
the final destination
is beyond the physical.
There, you’ll walk free.
The wind shifts again.
A thought lifts:
Today is perfect too.
Freefalling moments matter!
So celebrate the aging,
bring on the fall!
LOVE EVERYTHING TODAY—
it is nature’s call!
Woven in the fabric of this parachute,
God's stitches pull tight—
Hold on! The pain, the loss...
They vanish within LOVE's light.
CJB's Artist Notes:
So this — like everything I create — took forever. Every piece involves a healthy dose of pain. I think you need that for art to sing its hidden tune. Definitely no “one-click” AI art for me. That just wouldn’t feel right. (If you ever think my work looks one-click worthy, please tell me — I’ll need a good cry 😂).
Back to this creation: the singer in the song is actually based on (1) my hummed tune, and (2) my own voice. So this is apparently how I’d sing if I could! Who knows, maybe one day I’ll take lessons and see if it’s close.
The artwork image in the video is AI generated — but not with a single click. That’s important. I either feed my actual poems in full, or I build careful descriptions that only my soul could think up. That makes the image unique to me, CJB. And that’s just the start. I then edit the colours, cut things out, add others. In other words, the image you see wouldn’t exist in this form without my own creative hands shaping it.
I love digital collages and overlapping images (and in this case, videos) to create a certain feel that marries with the song and poem’s message. I hope that comes through. And, as with all art, you’re welcome to think it’s a load of poop — but at least know it’s art in my eyes. Art my soul has orchestrated with time, thought, and love.
The Soul Act of the Final Freefall
There’s a feeling we all know, a silent terror that takes hold somewhere between our first cry and our final destination. The feeling that life is a freefall. That before you even have a chance to pull the cord, you’re spinning through 20—30—40, and the horizon is already rising.
And then fear stills the air. It asks, "No more time?"
We’ve been taught to believe that youth is the place to land, the one chance to taste soul happiness. We see the aches and the slowing as punishment, as a sign that the ride is ending. Our primal ego screams at the pain, at the loss, at the fact that we can no longer run as fast or stand as tall.
But what if all that fear is a mirage?
Aging Isn’t Punishment, It’s Potential
The Soul Act of aging is to see the truth. The aches, the slowing, the ripples of time—they are not punishment. They are markers. Signs that you’re nearing the place you were always meant to find. A beautiful landing beyond anything your ego could have ever erected.
Life is not about reaching a singular peak and then falling. The whole parachute jump, from your first cry to your final landing, is all potential. It’s funny that way, isn’t it? The same potential for pain is also the potential for profound love.
The truth is, freefalling moments matter! Your twenties, your fifties, your eighties—they are all perfect too. There is no “too late” when you realize that every single moment, every single breath, is a chance to act, to live, to love.
Love Everything Today: Nature’s Call
Your journey is not defined by the creaking of your knees or the silver in your hair. It’s defined by the smile on your face when you finally glimpse the unexpected: that the final destination is not physical, but soulful.
You are not meant to fall forever. At the end, you are meant to walk free. The pain, the loss, the fear—they are all woven into the very fabric of this life, of this parachute. But God’s stitches are pulled tight. They hold you, and they can all vanish within LOVE’s light.
So celebrate the aging. Bring on the fall!
LOVE ✦ EVERYTHING ✦ TODAY—it is nature’s call.
Always from my soul ✨
CJB ✨
