Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Wednesday 12/3 - SLEEP



On that brink - that borderland called sleep
Sense the swaying sweep round the tunnel's edge

Now mind's eye open, yet lids shuttered
Feel the folds and furrows of your fingertips

Now, slowly roll, gently press, delicate contact
There! - It's there! - Tiny, small, warm. Feel it?

Like a baby's cheek, a lover's smile, a tender stroke
Soft, smooth, silky to touch

It seems in the tips like a seed
A delicate pearl of a pebble - a mustard seed

And where are you?
All that's left is the simple, glowing sphere

Watch yourself enswirl
Your head down one with neck
Your feet up one with knees

Flow with it

Your neck with chest
Your knees with hips

Be a fluid stream

Your chest and hips collapse in and down and round
Into source with all luminous lights
To a seed - enshelled one with all
Prayer Girl


Zanejabbers said...

ZZZZZZZZZZZZ! It almost worked. Sleep is someting I never get enough of, ever. Thanks for the poem.

Shadow said...

aaah, i wanna go there again. now. and i just woke up....

big Jenn said...

Beautiful! jeNN

Syd said...

I've been sleeping fitfully with this cold. Hopefully, a hot shower will help to clear my chest.

Gabriella Moonlight said...

Oh this made me want to crawl under my desk and sleep, PERCHANCE TO DREAM~thank you for this beautiful post!

~Tyra~ said...

I have been having a horrible time sleeping lately. I like this, very calming.

♥Shann♥ said...

yea that totally mellowed me out too reminds me of one of my meditation cds, I dig it

Cat said...

Flow with it! Loved this!