Critical Spirit
How divergent the mysteries of faith
Aware that one goes to sleep
Trusting the dawn will come
That nocturnal friendship
Engages many known
And unknown
Personages.
To abandon one’s critical spirit
Is to leave behind
The purity of a dewy relief
Irrigating yet greater arteries of sustenance
Languid at times
Rushing other moments
But always finding
Where it’s ultimately needed.
How grateful this ocean of relief
Embracing living’s essence
The sharing of days that often are dark
And evening slumbers that are often lit with tears of joy.
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I go to sleep at least 10 times every night and generally don't remember anything about it except that during the times I sleep I find myself running through my mind something that happened recently that I either improve on or find fault with… Actually very critically analyzing. But near wake up time, quite often, it synthesizes into some kind of wild dream for my muse and stories.
Ron