Internal Rest: A Poem

Internal Rest

 

 

Like waking sleep,

it is taking inside the day,

whatever comes,

 

like the dream gleanings

of the night,

 

but open-eyed.

 

It is where wonder

is born,

 

gladly accepting

whatever comes into view,

 

whatever enters the holy space

of unknowing,

 

whatever drifts, shimmers,

draws, seeps, illumines,

 

comes delivered as

a surprise package

to your soul.

 

– Gina Marie Mammano