Sun Bathing

 

There is this brilliant gem hanging on high,

radiating down upon me from a clear blue sky.

It takes me back and into a time

when laying in fields, on river banks was sublime.

 

On a spit I sit, going around, browning under the sun.

Not a care, a worry, no obligations – there are none

as I read history, of the future and contemplate,

what is it that Nostradamus, predicts as our fate ?

 

Being showered upon by shades of soft, pink flakes,

flowered blossoms light as spring air, no mistakes

by Mother Nature, on her journey – brought down

by springs cool breezes that keep blowing around,

 

kissing, glistening, crystal spheres, upon a body browned

by the noon hour sun, making the hour feel so good

as all of life’s moments, upon this plane, should.

I lay here, absorbing the waves of musical sound.

 

Music has been, is, and will always be my companion

until a time when we become a part of the All, to champion

that which lays among the essence of another plane

that will carry us beyond all of our todays pain .

 

That plane, the beginning and never ending sojourn

that takes us around and around, our souls to turn

into a part of the whole, a place we will never yearn

to depart from, never again needing to know concern.

 

B. J. “A ” 2

April 26^th 2005