The pleasure
Of a laying down
Half-sleeping
Meditation
On the cusp of waking
From a gentle
Dualistic lover’s dream
To be in the midst
Of nothing
With nothing on one’s mind
To be among nowhere
With nowhere
Being thought about
No roads
Nor railways
Or rivers
No aeroplanes
Nor airborne skaters
Or secrets flying by
The serenity
Of laying
In the half-being
Of a being totally at one
