how sweet it is to sleep.
to bathe in darkness through the night
and rise refreshed when dusk uncovers light.
to feel the stretch of tendons
and ligaments–
a mind clear of debris—
empty space full with possibility.
to motion through a field of silence
observing the beginning of each sound,
while holding the mind steady—
allowing a thought to drift by.
an overcast sky,
the lingering scent from the morning rain–
the clapping leaves from a gentle breeze
and to withdraw a single breath from the ether.
by K. Osei