The Presence that never sleeps

I lie in bed.  I listen to the sound of waves crashing melodically from my industrial metal night stand. They are produced from a machine designed to bring the natural world into a room without windows. The primordial Buddha sits motionless.  His beloved consort gazes up at him in ecstatic bliss. Entwined they are but One.  No illusions.
It is late and I am listening to my breath.  It is soft and deep.  I am breathing. Here in the Silence the continent of my body dissolves.  I am naked.  We are all naked.
 Unidentifiable.  Even my samskaras take their leave. 
My eyes are closed.  I am absorbed into the vastness void of conception.  
“There is no birth or death”.  The truth arises naturally out of the emptiness.  My consciousness is not here or there.  It is not fixed. I am without border.  Form ceases.  My mind is mindless.  
I am aware that I am Awake and yet I sleep.
“I am asleep and yet I am Awake.”
 My consciousness is not bound to my body.  I see myself the mortal woman lying so still and warm hardly breathing.  She has surrendered.  I feel love for her vulnerability, for the fearlessness it gave birth to.  I love you I whisper.  Sleep my love, sleep.
santidevi