Night calls – I am ready,
Weariless feet, seated under me.
Charging mountains, magnetic waterfalls, all
these illusions filtering.
Living in sleep,
paralyzed and praying,
drifting on waves I cannot drink.
Night calls , I become – soul
giving off heat, laying on hands- traveling in bodies
pouring milk into breast, pouring out rivers,
New life-kissing atoms, in utero,
Adding sand to the sea,
And I laying down to rest.