sommeil (haiku)

Random thoughts upon reflection each time she awakens from her sleep. Regurgitating morsels as she continues to read her novel, Ammachi, A biography of Mata Amritanandamayi.

sommeil, sommeil!
enveloppe moi dans ton duvet
rêveries divins

tears on her feet
unaware of the lotus
droplets of remorse

spider pauses
frog on a lotus pad-waits,
simply plays dead

budding purity
compassions’ embracing arms
a lotus blossoms

(c) Tournesol’15

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