Friday, November 27, 2009

the sleeping me

The little me
sleeps and schemes
projecting illusive
dreams,
dancing with maya
and avoiding the fire
that could wipe it's karma
clean.
And the soul sits
in prayerful pose
waiting to be
seen,
smiling gently
at sleeping me
seduced by how
it seems.

6 comments:

Jon said...

beautiful poem... subtle and soft as a prayer...

your blog is great... i'll surely stop back another day for a look-see again.

Tom Bailey said...

I like the music, your blog and the way that you write.... Great blog. I connected to you through Shadow's blog.

The dancing, fire and karma part of this was very interesting to read.

Best regards,
Tom Bailey

Athena said...

Jon - thank you so much! I look forward to hearing from you again and checking out your blog. :-)

Tom - Thank you! I've been feeling a little uninspired lately... need to get writing again!

Lisa said...

This is great :-)

annie and katrin said...

Hi sleeping you:)
This is beautiful.
i recently did go in to a certain fire, it wiped me.
For now i just rest in a bed roses, beautiful poetry like this.
Thank you.

Athena Marie said...

Lisa - thank you!

Annie and Katrin - roses are good too. Just watch out for those thorns beautiful. :-)