this is how god rocks his children
my body feels weighed down
pleasantly heavy
gravity takes over on my wrists,
my thighs, my ankles, my elbows
all of that is pulled to the ground, and my eyes.
tell me a story
about your brother and you.
a smile creeps to the side of my face
when you describe something
excuse me
i was just having a funny thought.
we burst out laughing
my eyes blissfully closed.
weighed down by angel dust
it can't possibly be owned by the sandman
at least, not this early.
lids closed
chin to chest
wild curly hair fallen around your face.
slowly and slowly
around my head turns with the beat.
it feels so peaceful.
my hair brushes against
my cheeks
forehead
shoulders
back
and i can feel every strand.
i feel on a higher plane
the puritians
the tribal trances
the 60s hippies
i'm on the same level now.
i see myself trying to leave my body.
i'm too grounded to project.
but i see the black sky dotted
with bright white stars
like im looking into the sky.
but now i'm flying into it.
i have no boundaries
no limits.
meditate.
i feel like i'm being rocked
like a child
a mother rocking her baby.
i feel like a giant hand cradles me
and rocks me in this circle.
so this is how god rocks his children.
this is how god rocks his children.