Bumpy: Nightlight

Insomnia attack
But freedom came back.
To be with rage and fear
But not disturbed by it
Was exhilarating, liberating,
Like looking at the stars
Laying in the bottom of a rowboat.

The stars are full of heat,
Intense solar winds,
Immense gravitational forces,
Dynamic, chaotic, explosive.
But on a still lake
In the calm of the night,
They are a beautiful sight.

Freedom is in this too,
Every thought, sensation,
And feeling;
There’s nothing to fear
In any of these,
Naught to shrink from,
But only to observe and know,
No need to act on that seen
But just to be.

Always seeing light and dark:
Searching for the glow,
While travelling through the gloom.
When looking for one
Find the other.
Forever free,
Yet sometimes just don’t see it,
But every time seeing it
Only have to be it.

Looking deeply,
Even into misery,
There is freedom there too.