What You Call Falling

What you call falling
She who breathes you
calls the dance.
What you call the wrong note
She calls
stunning harmony.
You say "mistake,"
She says "creation."
But you have forgotten
the well within the well
where when you drink
many can drink
from you.
You have buried 

her secret spring
under your house
of knowledge.
How will you be whole again?
You must thirst
so deeply
that healing waters
burst out of your own
breathless soul.



Image from Elaina Beam, Starlight Muse