kitchenette soul

Sleep
Every night as sleep draws near
Remember your ever-smiling form I hold so dear
Feel the formless You embrace me ever so gently
Wake up to the same thought of You yet again

Should death be so too
For death is sleep too
Embrace me as the last thought
Then shall I wake up
Back again
Remember You yet again
How does it then matter?
A million births and deaths or just one
Mere transformations
Each an opportunity
To merge with the One divine
Yet again

Moksha is this
Fear of none
Death too
For whether I wake up
From sleep or death
It shall be in the realms of the One Divine