Calm content,
completely spent.
Descending deeply
softly slowly
down upon the
mysterious mattress
of careless air.
Capricious clouds scatter
no need to customarily
count them like sheep
sheading and shearing
the days succulent thoughts.
Free from drama and demons.
Was late, past midnight.
Hours slip away
being much better than ok.
All bait was left behind
the openings
of maize like mind.
Stored in memory banks
and bags of karma.
No more surfing streams
serene and subtle
not even a dream.
No memories of members.
No family, friend or foe.
Just rest so sound
sacred and profound.