Asana-prone on the hardwood floor, eyes fixed resolutely on a pine tree outside of a window scummed with the faint film of incense smoke. The tree bears the burden of the gusting wind; sunrays burst from behind unseen clouds and present to the lightening eyes of the seer a vision from GOD. Is it not so, no less a miracle for the mundane? A snatch of music rears up from inside though it plays from speakers set left to right: "You're just an empty cage, girl, if you kill the bird," and the faintest smile touches lips that appear not to move. Eyes fold in on themselves; only a glimpse could be afforded, and soon it will be time to withdraw into the moist darkness of sleep.
"There are some that would call life an illusion, and reality just a figment of our imagination" - "Rocky Horror Picture Show" "And soon it will be time to withdraw into the moist darkness of sleep" Osiris I liked this line very much, for lately, sleep seems to be my only escape, where my thoughts can be one on this plain, and my soul can rest... Thanks Rommi, I enjoyed this read, Friends, Devon Knight ~
