Wake from this sleepless night.

All discourd was not dreamt, was it?

“Tell me, my love?”

You hold near to hear these words.

Rest at the counter with coffee and thanks.

It will come.

Let the night of sleeplessness recede.

Hold still 

long enough 

to bump into 

yourself.

Hold still.  

Spirit insures.

The promise 

is 

here.  

Hard wired we go to this and that grasping the moment. 

Full circle

circles back 

in you

my 

friend.

Let’s not 

be fussy.

Re-Lax

accourding

to R. Lax.