Guest guest Posted July 22, 2001 Report Share Posted July 22, 2001 Laying quiet upon my bed of imaginings No sound but the scamper of little children feet The day is onward, night is on hold till the sun has tired of its view and moves onward to see something anew. Laying quiet, I am there, but not aware In and out of conscious motion, I lay No movement today of rushing about Quiet solitude of resting fullness today. My body feels it is tired, as I drift to worlds unknown to me, in and out of the portholes of existence where and when none of this exists yet the imaginings of the many facets of the one. Sleep, sweet sleep of release, I pulsate in my dreams aura throbbing in rejuvenation from within to without back to within again, I am aware of the movement of the air around my perimeter. Enjoyment of the respite from daily life, no worry to intrude upon the moment. No voice to break the quiet in my mind. The quiet that speaks in and out of dreams, taking me to worlds unspeaking, touching the nothing of the nothing, still there, lying on my bed no movement to disturb my position. Sweet body awake slowly, stretch, fulfill, here I am, still here, still here... nowhere. With Delight @`--,--Lynette--,--`@ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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