Yet as you sleep,
You put aside identity of name,
Have no claim to self….
Who, then, is breathing?
Let go the protagonist,
Quiet the drama of the day.
Your ego is not the one breathing.
Breath itself comes of its own accord,
Lives as does the pulse of heart.
Breath needs no purpose of Ego’s mind.
Let go of your life, allow for deep purpose to roam
Freely in the wild meadow,
Pick flowers of red desire,
Create new life with deeper roots—
Go underneath the conscious mind.
Go down into the silence
And watch as it
Expresses itself through you.