Nourishing the Spirit

At night, when i lay down to pray,

i’m not simply hitting the hay.

I feel like i’ve entered a temple

where things are never that simple.

There are gods all around me

and their presence can astound me.

Hay becomes an akashic field

where all of knowledge is revealed.

This temple is a holy place

where there are gods i have to face.

I don’t feel i am on trial

or my hopes are in denial.

I feel like i am home again

and resting in a field of grain.

Walt Abbott–9-4-09