Awake in the night, I watch my son sleep. Like a yoga master, he nimbly twists his body into extraordinary poses. First, butt high in the air, he stretches his arms out in front like a middle eastern sage in prayer then reclining he twists his torso opposite bending his legs to his chest. He sighs, giggles lightly then returns to slow steady even breaths. I watch him full of wonder and know that he is much closer to the mind of God than I lost in the false complexities of the adult mind.
© 2013 Sean Driscoll