A lazy Sunday

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.



◄ Daybreak moments

Miles and John ►


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Jon Stainsby

Tue 4th Sep 2018 15:44

Thank you, Big Sal.

Big Sal

Tue 4th Sep 2018 14:10

Sundays are Heaven to a kid in school that hated their surroundings. Sundays are the kings of the days, and Sundays give them a reason to enjoy life one more day before the shit cycle starts over again.

Great poem Jon.?

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Jon Stainsby

Tue 4th Sep 2018 12:49

Thanks, Rose ?

Rose Casserley

Tue 4th Sep 2018 11:07

Kinks, eat your heart out! ? good stuff Mr S.


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Jon Stainsby

Tue 4th Sep 2018 09:20

Thank you so much, Anya, Jane, and Darren.

Your kind words keep me going. ?


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Darren J Beaney

Tue 4th Sep 2018 09:13

Lovely Jon - I don't want to go to work now!!!!



<Deleted User> (19836)

Mon 3rd Sep 2018 22:38

I absolutely love this Jon! You captured the joy of meditation from the first to the last line.?

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