Insomnia is such a double edge sword. While it slowly tries to kill you through the hours of the night, it makes you angry and stressful at the helplessness of the situation.
“empty your brain, close all the doors,
don’t let a single wisp of a thought enter
or cross the threshold!” That’s what the yoga teacher
I try, and the word “wisp” visualizes like smoke, like
nebulous doubts and clouds in a clear sky. No, get rid of that
thought; clear my mind; nothing should cross the
threshold! And one thought leads to another~~
I think of the threshold at home, about twelve inches above the floor. How
easy it was for my little nephews to stumble against it while they
ran around playing, and the tears and the hurts of falling down. But,
I cannot think of that.
I have to clear my mind of all thoughts. How do I do that? Even the
clearing and sweeping of thoughts, brings about moving pictures
in this mind, and I hear ‘insomnia’ laughing at my imprisoned
©ZSA December 2014.