Mindless Delight

Not swimming nor riding waves,
but floating to  become one with
the undulating waves and the
sphere of the sky, floating –

Then sleeping on the beach till
thinking cedes in contentment,
my delight is to float unfettered
and free, experiencing concepts

Known as words only, my self
abandoned to something bigger
than I, restrained by mischievous
waves I can’t stand, churning

In foam with rocks scraping knees,
the clouds connect sea and sky
and I rest in nature’s endless bounty,
lost my mind in the enchanting

Lilt of these lazy waves lifting me
before I roll into a breaking wave;
words fail to describe joy in be-
coming bare awareness

Free from conscious ideas, reduced
to pure sensation while being rocked
in the cradle of the sea, nothing can
convey this quiet feeling of

Mindless delight...