Last night I dreamed I was in
India.
And elephants and houses had
memories as long as
being.
A phantom shook my shoulder,
and I tried to wake
but my dream was syrup.
I could not swim up.
I felt you touch me
and tried to stir.
I think death will be like this.
Sticky, sweet and heavy.
And silent as a sigh.
to immediately stop the paralysis, pray: IN JESUS' MIGHTY NAME.
ReplyDeletepray the Lord's Prayer before going back to sleep
Jesus is scarier than sleep paralysis, anytime. If I were you, I'd stick with paralysis, if I had to choose between the two.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poetry. I see this as being about reincarnation and healing. The soul lives on and while we sleep we often return to places in the past, or to a place where souls go between life times. A great website to explore this is http://www.lightbetweenlives.com/
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