Categories : Poetry


Going passive, letting go,
Being still or moving slow,
My bed beckons and attracts
And in seconds I relax.
My limbs grow heavy; I’m cool in head.
I indulge this state instead
Of drive, ambition, an active stance,
I know stillness, rest, and a calming trance.
A half an hour, maybe more
Is what I’ll need to explore
This altered state where movements cease
And mind and body know some peace.
To sink away and realize
I am awake but paralyzed.
No cause for panic nor regret
It is quite natural to let
Yourself go to a place so tender,
So full of Peace and Ease and Sweet Surrender.