Falling Asleep 7/27/15

Falling asleep is watching the mother ocean effortlessly scrubbing a busy day of beach impressions meticulously away, the fading of neon fireworks underneath the ever-droping eyelids into an inner sky, the body sense, lighter than air, ascending stairs into the heavens, effortlessly breath by step. Falling asleep is counting backwards, one hundred . . . ninety nine . . . as nothing more is numerically needed, a scattering flock of scavanger crows picking through leftover skybound thoughts for crumbs. Falling asleep is warm nest discoveries in a bed of settling-downs, waking up to body glitches then falling back to deep-sleep body dives. Falling asleep is lying in a massaging bouyant stream bed as the night flow whispers wash over you again and again. Falling asleep is the passage of every single image, softer to softest, until no edges remain, the miraculous soft landing of a potential pulmelting thud set against the slow rise of an eternal embracing hum. Falling asleep is the ball of your kitten conscious wrapped in the lap of your hum body purr, falling, asleep . . .