I lay on my familiar bed,
And drop into my thoughts,
The sheet is soft, silky red,
It steals away my fraughts,
Why red, my bed, did find me,
And set my love heart free.
So lay I may, or lay I might,
To sleep or contemplate,
Get lost within thoughts, my blight,
Perhaps it is just by fate,
Whether might or blight, here is rest,
No tension or movement is my test.
No longer just lay to take my place,
Higher consciousness has arrived,
Finally relax the muscles in my face,
A new awareness I have derived,
Now face that place deep within,
A stillness of my mind begin.
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