Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Day 23: Stillpoint




Stillpoint

We rest in it sometimes,
as we fall asleep or while
lounging during the day.
It's a moment when our
cells silence and the dream
takes over, a clear darkness
lingering, drifting through
the body, a lazy stream
meandering a meadow.
The stillpoint treats the
body to a quiet float on
on a still lake, precious
moments of rest.  Left to
itself, our body-mind
is a calm day. Left to
ourselves, all is well.

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