As I lay down under a tree
In Jungian land,
The immensely powerful Sun God
Warms the legs stretched to Him.
A beer on my left side,
Grass on the other,
Writing words in a Summer's afternoon,
Delighting myself in honey,
The sweetness of nothingness,
"The unbearable lightness of being"
As the Great Kundera penciled.
Oh Kundera, it is not unbearable,
It is Godspeed.