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Showing posts with label quiet rhythm of sleep. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 22, 2025

Sleep Deep...


Sleep deep, Dear one, Sleep deep -
like a Cheshire cat
wrapped around itself,
content and peaceful.

Sleep deep, Dear one, Sleep deep -
and let your body heal
restored in the depths...
beyond the realm of illness
in the sweet secret land of Slumber...

Mystic Meandering
May 4, 2025


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Well, delayed again....
After feeling stronger for a few days
I took 4 steps backward into the abyss. 
Then when I tried  to use my "old PC" it crapped
out on me.  Hmm - must be a metaphor there :)
My husband is letting me use his laptop so I can finally
post this from bed...

Bows to China for standing up to the bullies of the world
and getting the long overdue, much needed humanitarian
aid to the suffering people of Gaza

May no one ever turn their back on you when you're suffering
in any way....

MM


 

Thursday, March 23, 2023

Sleeping - George Carlin


People say, "I'm going to sleep now," as if it were nothing.  But
it's really a bizarre activity.  "For the next several hours, while
the sun is gone, I'm going to become unconscious, temporarily
losing command over everything I know and understand.  
When the sun returns, I will resume my life."

If you didn't know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a 
science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all
your friends about the movie you'd seen.  "They had these people,
you know? And they would walk around all day and be okay? 
And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down
on these special platforms and become unconscious.  They would
stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds
they would have adventures and experiences that were completely
impossible in real life.  As they lay there, completely vulnerable to
their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift
from one position to another; or, if one of the 'mind adventures' got
too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren't
unconscious anymore.  Then they would drink a lot of coffee."

So, nest time you see someone sleeping, make believe you're in a
science fiction movie.  And whisper, "The creature is regenerating
itself.


George Carlin


with thanks to Love Is A Place

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Photo - Mystic Meandering

Maybe we should all take more cat naps :)

 

Tuesday, November 30, 2021

The Unfathomable Deep - Edward Thomas


I have come to the borders of sleep,
The unfathomable deep 
Forest where all must lose
Their way, however straight,
Or winding, soon or late;
They cannot choose.

Many a road and track
That, since the dawn's first crack,
Up to the forest brink,
Deceived the travelers,
Suddenly now blurs,
And in they sink.

Here love ends,
Despair, ambition ends,
All pleasure and all trouble,
Although most sweet or bitter,
Here ends in sleep that is sweeter
Than tasks most noble.

There is not any book
Or face of dearest look
That I would not turn from now
To go into the unknown
I must enter and leave alone
I know not how.

The tall forest towers;
its cloudy foliage lowers
Ahead, shelf above shelf;
Its silence I hear and obey
That I may lose my way
And myself.


Edward Thomas
1878-1917


with thanks to Death Deconstructed

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Photo by Cate Kerr
Beyond the Fields We Know



 

Saturday, September 19, 2020

When They Sleep - Rolf Jacobsen


 All people are children when they sleep.
There's no war in them then.
They open their hands and breathe
in the quiet rhythm heaven has given them.
They pucker their lips like small children
and open their hands halfway,
soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters.
The stars stand guard
and a haze veils the sky,
a few hours when no one will do anybody harm.
If only we could speak to one another then
when our hearts are half-open flowers.
Words like golden bees
would drift in.
- God, teach me the language of sleep.

Rolf Jacobsen
from: Night Music: Selected Poems
Translated by Robert Hardin

With thanks to 
Ivan Granger
at Poetry Chaikhana

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Photo - Dear Hubby :)