Scene of serenity floats
In the bottom of rowing boats
Drifting for eternity
Relying on currents to avoid a bump
With the sun angled to give warmth.

I spy the front line of pine trees
Representing not only stillness but growth
The mountains appear
To stand a modest distance
Their sentinel image is no coincidence
Their presence helps the relaxation
Their height is meant as reassurance .

Warm sunny days floating the boats
I feel no energy I prefer the motion floats
Transmitted from within to without
Spreading succour and tranquillity about
The purpose of this endless walk
Along the well worn path
Is the secret hidden by time.

Floating in boats
Opens the doors of time and lays it to waste
The excuses for secrecy reveal themselves
Evaporate there before all
Is the reason for me being me.

Floating in boats to meditate
Is like holding the key to the stargate
For beyond is more than stars and space
There lies the reason for my existence.