Liquid silk, flowing in oceanic slow-rhythm

- of swelling and subsiding

as it billows to the sibylline breath of air

shushed, intimately pervasive,

soothing the raggedy mind

so the belly eases, softens

and the computing survival cells dissolve in the ethers

in the way of drifting off to theta sleep.

 

 When pressure in the pounding hearts 

release their racing tides, lets go

all tension and stress morph

into a rocking cradle of surrender: suspension of separation

 - at-one with what is.

Alert in the stillness and clarity

of undifferentiated presence.