Not swimming nor riding waves, <br />but floating to become one with <br />the undulating waves and the <br />sphere of the sky, floating - <br /> <br />Then sleeping on the beach till <br />thinking cedes in contentment, <br />my delight is to float unfettered <br />and free, experiencing concepts <br /> <br />Known as words only, my self <br />abandoned to something bigger <br />than I, restrained by mischievous <br />waves I can't stand, churning <br /> <br />In foam with rocks scraping knees, <br />the clouds connect sea and sky <br />and I rest in nature's endless bounty, <br />lost my mind in the enchanting <br /> <br />Lilt of these lazy waves lifting me <br />before I roll into a breaking wave; <br />words fail to describe joy in be- <br />coming bare awareness <br /> <br />Free from conscious ideas, reduced <br />to pure sensation while being rocked <br />in the cradle of the sea, nothing can <br />convey this quiet feeling of <br /> <br />Mindless delight<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mindless-delight/
