The Sleeping Piece

The sleeping piece. Still waters of my soul, lie asleep in a restless sea. The tides of my timeless great waters never cease. When in day my way be lit. in darkness or bright. The mind sees when the sun is up. A mind asleep at night, can not see. Though the waves on the shore crash harder in the dark. Could you dare think that sometimes your not thinking. When the world’s asleep, your souls awake. Ones being is always moving still my earthly body in the waves directionlessly sways. Carried by an ocean of a soul. My destiny set in drops, and ripples, and random streams. My human vessel compelled by the streams of life. Connected to my fellow man. Our souls are one. Carrying different bodies. Different parts of a reality. Asleep together. We are all in the ocean a simple sleeping peace. When one is in deep water, is not the entire ocean? Knowing this. I want to much rather be dancing on the service: than deep down under in a darkened slumber. Just a sleeping piece, compressed by all the rest.