Sleep often comes as ocean
lapping gently at mind’s sand
eroding anxiety’s broken shells
as its waves bequeath tiny gifts
of tacit calm.
Unexpected treasures
root deep in consciousness;
Each breath such great freedom,
every dream requited bliss…
Waking moments are magnum opus –
humble masterpiece of joy.
And each single moment
is blessing and curse alike,
choice is Karma –
destiny its design;
I sit at midnight’s edge
watching abundant seas of cosmos
relinquish darkness
to peace.
Kayfucius 