LAND OF WHAT

Drowsy state twixt dream and sleep,
words unflutter towards the deep
soothing calm of nothingness.
‘Tween one moment and the next I’m asleep.

There’s no fear within my bones.
Else how could this gently healing
passive seeming state occur?

Deepest earth in darkest fur,
fold and hold me while I stir
on my otherworldly jaunts, welcome sites,
familiar haunts,
while I tape, while I record –
cell and marrow deep and hoard
every thought, emotion, play,
motion, motionless in sleep.

Known and unknown All There Is,
Land of What of utter bliss!
Questions, answers steeply rise
swirling, twirling inner skies.
Feeling, reeling, stripped of sight
curving inwards left through right.

Keenly felt, cleanly perceived
one in all – and all retrieved.

While my mind’s geometry dazzles and unravels me
cock takes up the morning cry.
Land of What
peers through my eye.