Anchoring at bed post of dreams I drifted,
rocked to sleep by nightingales song
by blanket of breezes that cuddled self.

Worries like clouds drifted away
making room for a menagerie of visions.

Time slowed, as heart opened
for expansion inside its gentle song.  

Self merged with breath,
breath with moment,
moment with dreams.

Until loving guides came to visit and
body rejuvenated inside a spider web of light.



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