A glimpse of paradise.

Sleep. Thinking how wonderful it is. To lapse into sleep. Did so. Tonight. Because I was tired. Didn’t bother turning off the lights. Or the computer. No need to make the usual preparations. For sleep. Better to just succumb. To the urge. To the pleasure. To  the tranquility. Of sleep.  Knowing the reward. The replenishment. That comes. By submitting. To the unconsciousness. Of sleep.  I know insomniacs. People cursed. With continuous thought. They lie awake. Denying themselves. One of life’s greatest stimulants. Really.  A break. A respite.  So they can begin life anew. Over and over   With a rested mind.  Now awakened. I’m aware. Of often leaving  my body.  Entering a dream world.  Catching a glimpse.  Of the spiritual realm. Paradise. –Jim Broede