Now I lay me down to rest,
Of all the things I’d like
to keep,
Is the ability to see in deep,
Into where we go in sleep.
In my dreams I gallivant,
Of all the places that do
enchant,
Is that silent space that is
vacant,
Empty of ego’s awakening.
Where do I go in deep sleep?
Why cannot my consciousness
see?
Do I just forget myself,
Or do I cease to be?
The phenomenon of sleep is
as vast as the oceans,
Experience with different
rules.
Even gravity, morality, and
karma is different,
It seems so real it fools.
Especially the deepest of
sleeps,
I have no clue where I go or
have been.
Sleep is the most mysterious
of mysteries,
Making reality much more
uncertain.
And sometime soon, on my
eternal voyage,
Perhaps I’ll be in sleep
forever;
At least familiarity with
the silent space,
May help keep my soul
together.