Sleep Thru

I took these herbs last night for sleep. Sleep to me is that wonderful act of both trust and letting go.
Trust in that you are at your most vulnerable state and that while you are out nothing too dire happens. Letting go in that you relax your mind and body as much as you can and just sort of drift into a subconscious state.  Hypnos was the Greek God with wings are her head that picked you up and took you away. I did not wish to be carried off and hoped the pills would hide me perhaps in a deeper mental pit that she might miss. The pills were those oars that would help me row away from the islands of thoughts that my minding might try to take me too. At least for awhile, eventually I know my mind is probably going to win out and bring me assorted psychofragments of people, places, and memories of things stuffed somewhere in there. I'm amazed at what's comes to me, served on silver platters for me to pick and choose from. Like olives or dates the banquets can be bitter and salty or sweet and succulent.  Always I am tempted by curiousity and the scrambling of our minds can create quite an exotic creation.  I realize how much content a previous career has filled in. It strikes me as humorous almost when subjects and situations are dredged up. I do find they eventually show me an end, a truth that somehow puts something to rest.
I'm awake now, it's almost noon and I might have a fragment of shame to say I'm still in bed. I'm looking at the window and watching slate waves being pushed to shore by a wind with a badly tuned flute. At my sliding door it seems to strain to hit a note. But that whispering hollow sound is an eternal one. It makes me cling to my blankets and pillows like the Neanderthal might have withdrawn deeper in a cave to find warm embers or other or sleeping dog to cuddle near.  That is neither dream nor memory but imaginative thought.  But where did that thought arrive from? What carriage arrived from millennia ago to bring this rememberance from this sound?  The sound of nature is there for us and no matter how we sleep through it will reach us if we listen and give it time. It's hands grip me tightly.