Sit as if you rest
In the great hand of god,
Whose palm is large enough to hold
Your ageless and physical self.
Let all your cares
Flow out and off
For how can worry stay
In the space where peace was made?
Recline.
Let anxiety waterfall away
Know love without judgment
Guidance without demands
See power hung like a hammock in the stars
And you, the child rocked
You, the goddess napping
You, a small part of a great wheel turning
You, ineffable as the light that made you:
Sleep.
profound. beautiful. thanks. pat
Thanks, Pat.
There is a story behind this poem. I was trying to figure out how to meditate in bed before I went to sleep, as I occasionally need to do. But my meditation practice requires feet flat on the floor . . . hard to do lying in bed! One night I just got this image of resting as if god’s giant open hand was supporting my body. Instantly, muscles relaxed that I did not even know were tense. So now I use this mini-meditation image whenever I need a quick fix and don’t have time for the whole meditation process–or when I can’t get my feet flat on the floor!
Blessings,
Alix