SLEEPING
LESSONS
12-31-96
I look
out at my horizan.
All is
asleep.
Taking
a break.
Living
thru the seasons.
The grey
sky is still.
The trees
dont move.
I listen
to the music--
The music
of rejuvenation.
The sound
of life sleeping.
I take
a break.
The strenous
day takes its toll.
All is
quiet--
Quiet
within me.
I see
forever in its own time of rest.
The long
dirt road stretches--
Streches
as if realising itself
from a
very cramoed place.
We all
must strech--
like the
dirt road.
Taking
our time to savor--
savor
all.
I breath
the soft still air--
Its death
like beauty calms me.
I take
time to sit back
and learn.
I don't
rush.
Relax
and breath
is all
I do.
The animals
speak--
They speak
of contentment
in a life
that is hard.
The trees
begin to speak the same truth.
they speak
of the time after harshness.
"There
is joy.
Joy in
being able to say
'we will
survive.'"
Even though
all looks dead--
there
is no real ending--
only re-birth.
A friendship
may dim
as another
grows strong.
Dreams
change yet never die.
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