Infinite Light

For Outlaw Poet's weekly contest - for Gina Rose.

In dreamtime
drowning under sword and sea,
you encounter silver serpent
predators
much swifter than you ever supposed.

Waking
on soft vanilla sunbeam
you emerge to breathe
unencumbered for the moment,
reaching stretch to center self:
prayer for beings sentient.

In Mind
are layers bruised
from cyclic battles infinite.
You shrug remaining ego
and drift away...

disrobed identity rising
as a spirit pulled into the empty sky.