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
26th 2005
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