Йога-нидра

Just a morning, morning sky. Just a nothing passing by. Nothing breathing, nothing left. Just a kind, but nothing left. Nothing pull me, nothing so. Just the way I didn't know. Everything turns so gray. Bright and deep inside the light. Tease you on me, don't belong. Where the picture comes to know. Nothing's wishing, nothing changed. Just rest and stay the same. Morning Sunlit day by day. Nothing else can make its way. Every moment, gentle, bright. In the day with open sight. There's a nothing, oh, so true. Rest in nothing, always new. Something's born, begins to breathe. Ground of simple, nothing leave. Turn the world and build to see. Just a nothing unclean. Learning past and any time. Shaping ground beneath the signs. Nothing promised, nothing wrote. Last confession overrose. Nothing stirred to disappear. Just a story that we'll see. Different days and different sound. Different circles beneath the ground. Nothing's burden, nothing to start. Just a waiting from the park. Just Something new. To take us through. Just a morning, morning sky. Just a nothing passing by. Nothing's breathing, nothing left. Just a kind that nothing left. Nothing bold and nothing slow. Just a waking, calming flow. Everything is something less. Just a nothing I can rest. Tease you on me, don't belong. Where the picture comes to know. Nothing's burden, nothing left. Just a kind that nothing left. Just a morning, morning sky. Just a nothing passing by. Nothing's breathing, nothing-