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.