When the blinds of eyelids lift the warmth of sunlight can bring about miracles.
But what is it that is sunlight? Are they rays of light from a near star or ideas and mantras from oneself or another?
What is it that is warmth? Celsius? Fahrenheit? or the spirit of being itself? Consciousness and hope.
As I fall asleep sing to me the song that life may dance to in hope that I fall asleep with purposeful existence floating throughout my dreams forever and ever.
