Quietly into the Night
I lay in the comfort of my bed, eyes closed, breathing deeply.
A nightly ritual where I can relax in the silence of darkness.
A place to unplug from the currents of energy in the world. Eventually, the body sleeps, but the mind does not.
It's an interesting in-between where there is a feeling of formlessness. I wonder if this is what consciousness before birth is, before creation or the Big Bang. An awareness in the void simply just being. Another thought occurs in this place of nothing.
It's peaceful here.
The phrase "do not go gentle into that good night" comes to me. Man's willfulness against death.
The bulk of us are not special. Life is mostly mundane. We experience the same concepts as the ones around us, before us and after us. Love, heartbreak, joy, sorrow, highs, lows. We toil, we grow, we eat, we build, we suffer, we heal. A lot goes into maintaining life - to surviving and to making it enjoyable. Many of us will not experience life with the greatest luxuries, let alone essentials.
Quite frankly many of us will suffer. Our lives are not our own.
No. I don't think I will rage, scream or resist the good night. I will wait for it. When the sun sets and the work of life is finally done, I will rest.
Yes. I think I'll set up a little hammock and go quietly into the night.