Friday, 1 January 2016
Counting The Hours of a sleepy head . . .
Twelve
to bed
resting this
weary head.....
One to three
(maybe four)
hours of
deep sleep
for me.....
Four
awake once
more.....
Five
drowsy
with a cup
of unpoetic tea,
but still alive
it's clear to see.....
Six to nine?
Just an unfolding
stitch in time....
....however,
let's make
the futuristic day
sublime!
Doullan - counting the hours of a restless night.
The Passing Storm
Changing
like an autumn leaf
caught on the wind
fear ascending
love receding
blown asunder...
. . unhinged . .
from the tree of life
forgetting one's
deepest reality
the perfection
of beings harmony...
. . calm . .
. . the passing storm . .
love ascending
fear receding
freeing mind, body & soul...
. . being . .
is unconditionally loving.
Doullan -
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