Caught up in the late summer sunshine

Swaying trees and light breeze

Almost silent, the whispering wind

is harmony to my spiritual rhythm,

A melody rising and falling in perfect tone

a softening of my thoughts

transporting me to that theta world

where relaxing images float 

on waves of joy and pleasure.

Seizing every single moment

each one an enlightened condition,

never caught, never enchained

Always prancing and forever dancing.