Rest
I need rest…
in the placeless place,
prior,
where this splendid, messy
chaos called life erupts
To let the background—
that big field of knowing
behind all manifest things—
slip into my mind’s foreground
filling it to spillover
May I rest in its caress,
a hammock, a porch swing,
a safety net
I surrender to the sway
that smooths and soothes
my disquiet and concern
rest well, dear amrita. give your entire self the healing that only rest can provide. set aside, for those restful moments, the "disquiet and concern". they will be waiting for you, should you choose to engage again, when you are well rested.