How lucid is your soul tonightas guards are put to rest? When not one is stirring ‘round you and the sun is setting West,
your true being is emerging as facades yield one by one you long to merge with oneness and to greet the golden sun,
free from inhibitions imposed by the mind you call your own freedom from the past mistakes, these karmic seeds you've sown,
cross-legged, in the lotus you begin to clear your wearied mind wishing for a sliver of a moment to leave the struggle far behind
your pulse begins to slow as the void becomes your breath your heart begins to soothe you ever-beating in your chest,
dancing somewhere in the stillness breaking shadows far and near where a worry’s no longer a worry and a tear is not a tear,
a wave is all consuming a bright beam breaks clouds above you reach your precious goal and for a moment become Love.
~Eric Vance Walton~