Sweet september the sunshine this afternoon is so gentle.
Gently falling on my dark brown skin. 

I feel it playing all over me.

Warm ripples. The very same breeze ,
very light on the leaves ,
lightly moves inbetween my nakedness and my orange clothes. 

pleasantly
i witness this well being
so graciously offered by nature.

That i could lay all afternoon beneath the soothing branches of the pinetrees.

And in a perfect pindrop --the quietness

The language and sensations are one.

i have stepped out of your mind ,i  ve step into Gods mind.

Everything poetic enters the state of my consciousness..sweeping me into self contained quietness.

And-- i would barely move from here, but pursue to listen the quiet thrust of life. 

Thudding.

Its almost sensual in its oneness.

The loins of the earth and mine are one.

I expérience a feeling of wakefulness.

When the spirit and the body entwines each other spontaneously and deeply , the streams of consciousness carries you to the very source where life throbs.

 You throb to the very throb of the universe , and you can feel the stars breathing on your face. 

The sun and moon sinks into your pupils and stays there....

as you look around you, its not you who look through the bliss of this solitude, 

but the sun, and the moon ....

in ignition, 

attentive enough to unscathingly illuminate as if 

the lamps of meditation expels the noises of thoughts.