sits by the side of a pool in the mountain
covered in Sun and sleeping the mind in facts of the body
as passion or want sinks in the skins of those resurrected
out of sleep fruitless, soaked in rich vision
of waking to blessing
thought not to touch
and the depths in which it drowns.
Down to the darkness we go
to surface again resurrected
as desire may rise and with it
choosing to linger where happiness lies.