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.