Endless copies of old dreams
Reoccur in this waking dream
I am not this thought
I am not this body
So I sit in the place of existence
In a place where I am accepting totally where I am
Uncomfortable, irritable, tense
Breathing into this scene of the dance
Remembering a tool of yesterday
Feeling in the background my belly
Splitting my attention for something
Remembering to let go of the longing
Peace by piece I show up
To retrieve the shattered pieces of me
And to remember the whole of who I am
And bring the center of peace
Into this sleepless awakened dream.
Recieved by Stephanie Sarasvati 3/9/2011
Synopsis:
I am accepting without judging in this moment, exactly where I am. Splitting my attention, remembering as best I can. I must heal those parts of me that have been shattered in the past, by giving them space acceptance and presence.
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