On canoeing trips my paddle slips
Through the water effortlessly 
The sun's fine rays shine for days
I see no rain, nor sleet or snow
Light breezes blow, gently by
My canoe glides as if on air
The waters calming my mind
The current is fair and  pleasantly ebbing
Carrying my little boat from the past
To the present, lingering in the moment 
Then off into the future it flows
Following, I paddle my canoe 
Parting the waters, again and again 
On course to that paddling zen
.... 
then I wake up on the couch
Realizing I still have to mow the lawn