Be Still

Be still

Night may consume you without thought or sorrow, a limitless and hungry night
Ready for you
Haunting your watchful eyes

Be still, allow its motions to become yours in waves of space wind
Floating
Harboring your newly discovered self among a treasure-trove of galaxy

Impulse to escape may take over, to reach out and unite with this blessed emptiness
But be still, and wait for the dreams of a passing lifetime to carefully trickle down
Soak in
Absorbed

Watch bubble-memories collapse from your mind and dance before you
To the tune of the stars
They are but remnants of yesterday's being celebrating in a grand spectacle:
the shedding of your material body for a vast, new landscape

You view the earth from afar, blazing cold in a freezing farewell
I know you want to wave goodbye
But be still for the night

Be still,
And sleep.

[The hypnagogic moment established between the realms of wakefulness and subconscious is a taste-test of eternity. What wonders may become of it are uncertain, mostly manifestations of the unconscious mind made aware to the active mind, a near-virtual reality accessible without choice but possessing a sort of free will. What mother-mind might mold such electrical signals into animated images burning our psyches? And when I come to, the active moment dissipates. Alive only in memory.]

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