Of That Day

Of that day this tale is
Of the morning song was sung in procession,
That woked up my soul vibration
whlist my sleep amidst the oblivion.

My mind knew no anxiety, no possession,  no dispossession,
It was open all out and
all out in the breezy fan
and was seated in concert with the free pattern.

Many a times I laid down
on the veranda basking in the sun.