Samadhi

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“Sometimes as I drift idly on Walden Pond, I cease to live and begin to be.” ~ Henry David Thoreau

As if in floating in between the sleep

Of depths and in the deeper realm of dreams,

As if between the dawn of dreams and deep

Unwaking, you are drifting in the streams

Of subterranean caverns . . . you fight

To make unwaking sense of what your bed

Is doing in you, and what slumbering night

Is perpetrating.  You yank round your head

And want to find escape.  Your visions sweat

Themselves away inside this temporary jail

With bars of lust and fear.  You struggle.  Yet

Your conscious wishes gasp.  They, drowsy, fail.

  While drifting on a pond of wisdom, man

    Delineates the world in small-shored span.

~ Phillip Whidden