A cigarette in hand,
I sit back in my chair.

The sun pours down
like a waterfall.

A dog ahead,
Lies down on it's back -
Like a turtle on it's shell

He's laying down,
Joyous and gay,
thinking to himself:
"Gosh, what a beautiful day"

A breeze flows by
to remind us all:
that the cold days gone,
And all that remains
is the waterfall.

I recline back,
and take a long drag,
And I tell myself:
"Gosh, what a beautiful day"

Guarded by the movement all around me
I sleep under the sun in the breeze
My body on small stones on the beach, not yet aching,
Relaxing and embracing the unknown.

Ducks walking along the river bank,
Exploring,
As boats and kanus move past the shore
Where I rest on this peaceful afternoon,

Welcomed by the movement all around me.

Sleepy.....       I'm.... a
tired, type. The hype of life
reminder....     right?

Fired, if i don't wake....      on time.
But I.....   I don't deal...
                                                   with stress.....      and strife.

A broker in knives, for slicing ice.
It melts much faster
in little bites.

Lead me on this frightening
path of lightening
in a world that's getting faster
on a journey to disaster
without permission of the master
the plan will fracture.

We ourselves invite to rapture
and the laughter of the one thereafter
as we still ignore the lesson
on our mission of compression
turning days into seconds.

I relax, because I care
not because I care not.
The day is long and life is patient
Be the ball and chain of nations.

There’s a corner of eternity
where I’ve built a simple home.
A place that I can go to
when I want to be alone.

A place where winds of
time and space glide gently
through the air.

A place each time I leave,
I’m longing,
wishing I were there.

We deal with many things in life,
so much that brings us down.
We swim through burdens, paddling,
hoping that we will not drown.

I guess we all have to survive,
we have to make our way.
But there is more to life than that,
you have to get away.

Follow your dreams
and wonderous things,
allow your mind to go
to places where your body can’t
and if you do, you’ll know –

that Heaven is inside of you.
You’ll find that you’re still there.
Go find your corner of it,
build your home and rest from care.

If we're in our eighty's
And you thought of me
Relax and don't worry
Days have passed of me being weary

Now I'm floating, not in heaven
Nor purgatory and hell even
I'm one of the stars which the night livens
Smiling like when I was eleven.

I release the tension in my lower body.
I accept all sensations the way they are.
I release the tension in my upper body.
I accept the sensations the way they are.
I release the tension in my eyes and I close them.

Tomorrow is tomorrow
I let go of stress and sorrow
Letting go, deep breath in
Long breath out, settle in.