Insomnia

Dear Dorothy,

I think I should start meditating. you know, might ease out the thoughts and dilute the dreams.
Waking up every morning with a perspiring forehead and an uneasy breathlessness isn't something to be proud of.

I went to the ISKCON a few days back. A random lady walked up to me and said
"My dear child, God has made you so beautiful, so innocent, so simple and so pure. I am holding the Gita (the holy book of Hinduism), so I assure you I'm speaking only what I perceive as the truth. You have the gift of beauty; then why mar it with tension. Read the Gita whenever you feel tensed, it will relieve you. It will calm your senses and refresh your beauty."

I didnt know the woman.
She wasnt selling anything.
Who was she?
More importantly, why was she telling me all this?
Is it that visible on my face?

Signing off,
A.

My roommate has confiscated the sleeping pills. Hmph!

Surrender

Make love to me with your very sight.
You may ruin me in a passing delight.
You can hold me down and make me fly.
You can tear me apart, such is your might.

I may not lie, I may not sleep
If I tell you now its a dream I keep
I need you here - your breath, your smell...
I surrender myself to your gracious hell.

Keep me calm. And keep me strong.
I cannot promise nothing will go wrong.
But I give to you if you may ask
My Heart, my Mind, my Soul, my Mask...