slipping through time
white water rafting minutes
and hours
and hours
of placid dreamlike
drifting-on-a-summer’s-afternoon
through the dreamworlds
of singing birds in the trees
of butterflies and bees
droning over a meadow
the gentle pace of life
rife
with the power to know
that all things grow
while
slipping through time
preprogramming our minds
conjuring visions of the world
once very tightly furled
unfolding like a flower
unfolding with the power
of the oneness we share
when with our nature we dare
unite