Leaping off the Great Edge

Leaping off the Great Edge, where will I find myself?  
Where will I lose myself?  
Like the caged bird, I must die to be set free.  
Dying to myself is a welcome proposition.  But what will follow?  
Who will be The One to Come After? And from where will she come?  
I pray she be stronger, fearless, more disciplined, more deeply compassionate, an expanded visionary.  
It already IS.  
She already is.  
But where?  
Where is She?