Tonight I lay me down to sleep
Without my xanax to dreams I creep
Relaxed and comfy
My thoughts let go
To move in the moment
On waves to and fro
Something marks the morrow
But what it is I cannot say
Tis only seen in numbers
And visions on display
Cycles of 9
Levels out at 3
Whatever is, is what will be
The power of understanding
Human love and warmth
Seeing what really is
Brings about a morph
To all things be and be of all things too
For their matter is
Just as much as you ~ Maggie ~ November 17, 2007 @ 9:19 p.m. EST
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