onto the pillow

off i go to the dream luscious vision

into the black cat darkness of the netherworld

i am not afraid of the blackness

nor the drifting down

further into sleepiness, in which mind race is put to rest

looking,

laughing at,

sitting on my nose

that third eye

oh vision,

seer of all

plucked out from forehead, all so simply……s t r e t c h e d,

just for me

my view grows wider, deeper, that I may truly see

how I so enjoy the visit to your invitation-only evening world…

is the night.

It’s the creation of that land of eternity.

It’s not an ordinary night,

it’s a wedding of those who seek Love.

Tonight, the bride and groom

speak in one tongue.

Tonight, the bridal chamber

is looking particularly bright.

— Rumi

Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,

Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou

lovest best.

Night, sleep, and the stars.

— Walt Whitman

When your vision has gone

no part of the world can find you.

Time to go into the dark

where the night has eyes

to recognize its own.

There you can be sure

you are not beyond love.

The dark will be your womb

tonight.

The night will give you a horizon

further than you can see.

You must learn one thing,

The world was made to be free in.

Give up all the other worlds
 ]]> http://www.drnaiman.com/poetry/sweet-darkness/feed 0 http://www.drnaiman.com/poetry/let-evening-come http://www.drnaiman.com/poetry/let-evening-come#comments Mon, 06 Apr 2009 17:09:18 +0000 drnaiman http://drnaiman.moiagroup.com/?p=729 Let the light of late afternoon

shine through chinks in the barn, moving

up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing

as a woman takes up her needles

and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned

in long grass. Let the stars appear

and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.

Let the wind die down. Let the shed

go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop

in the oats, to air in the…

Dreaming o’er the joys of night;

Sleep! sleep! in thy sleep

Little sorrows sit and weep.

Sweet Babe, in thy face

Soft desires I can trace,

Secret joys and secret smiles,

Little pretty infant wiles.

As thy softest limbs I feel,

Smiles as of the morning steal

O’er thy cheek, and o’er thy breast

Where thy little heart does rest.

O! the cunning wiles that creep

In thy little heart asleep.

When thy little heart does wake

Then the dreadful lightnings break,

From thy cheek and from thy eye,

O’er the youthful…

Sweet Spirit of Sleep, who brings peace and rest to weary bodies,

for we struggle as seeds through unyielding earth.

Bring to us the timeless nature of your presence-

the endless void of ou slumber.

Make us aware of the work we can do while in your time;

Make us to know our dreaming,

where past and future are reconciles.

Come let us honor sleep, that knits up

the raveled sleeve of care, the death of each day’s life,

sore labor’s bath, balm of hurt minds,

great nature’s second course,

chief nourisher in life’s…

Once there was a way to get back home

Sleep pretty darling do not cry

And I will sing you a lullabye

Golden Slumbers fill your eyes

Smiles awake you when you rise

Sleep pretty darling do not cry

And I will sing you a lullabye

Once there was a way to get back homeward

Once there was a way to get back home

Sleep pretty darling do not cry

And I will sing you a lullabye

— Thomas Dekker & Paul McCartney

Don’t go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want;

Don’t go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill

where the two worlds meet.

The door is round and open.

Don’t go back to sleep.