Sleepy Poetry

I tend to have a busy mind (could you guess?) I go to sleep mindfully breathing or engaging just one sense, only for my brain to turn back on and fill many nights with random snippets of my day to day 'stuff,' deep dark worries, and lots of other random bits that somehow worm their way in during my day and worm their way back out during my night. So, last night my sleep was full of plans for retreats and thoughts of classes and lots of other randomness and I kept coming back to one of my most favorite breath awareness practices. And by the time I woke up this morning teetering between sleep and wakefulness I had turned it into a poem.

Let the Whole Sky be Yours

Let the whole sky be your Zen
that patch of blue an inhalation
and there you exhale
let the whole sky be your peace.

A cloud a thought
over there another
it is a cloudy day
let the whole sky be your calm

Let the whole sky be your quiet
back to blue
back to breath
in... out... in
let the whole sky be your still

Nicole