the simple joy of beingness

what bliss

for just a moment to drift

thoughts gently rising and falling

with the intimation of the breeze

still carrying the tinge

of summer’s warmth

born on the breath of wind

like a feather

floating free

into the delight of reverie

was there ever anything sweeter

than this

the soft kiss

of afternoon sunlight

warming skin

surrendered your soul completely

to the simple joy of beingness