Sweet dreams to those who remain

Reverse.
Slip slowly backwards on streams of silence,
Awaking in the garden, breathing in green,
Repose.

Unravel.
Slide willingly into an obtuse dream.
Let strands of thought unwind
Until emptiness remains,
The majesty of sorrow will be yours.

Abide.
What is the garden?
It is not green, for green is the feeling.
Its qualities consist of it being:
The garden is, no more, no less.

Harmony.
Embrace the oneness that quiets your mind.
No tears, let consciousness fade into being.
Self dissipates into the wonder-filled night,
Chaos is bound at the feet of unity,
And only the One remains.