Thoughts slip through the crevices,
And start to empty out in slow drips.
The mind slows down to almost a grinding halt.
All around is slow peace and beautiful silence.
The heart beats to the music of quiet immotion.
The eyes feel the heavy burden of the eyelids.
The limbs gain weight and sink into position.
The spirit comes alive with increased mindfulness.
The soul rejoices in the present moment and sees beyond.
You are one with all and one with yourself.
The feeling is light and afloat.
Peace and joy surrounds you and flows through you.
REST.
Roshan Sabapathy
19 October 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are one with all and with yourself, good one..