Peace of Mind

Fri, 12/19/2014 - 16:58 -- emauban


    The cool grass under me, the soft songs that leaves of trees play as the wind travels through them, the sporadic streams of sunlight that hit my closed eyes, creating alternating red and black blurs in my mind: these are sensations I tune into before I fall into a meditative state. Once I enter, these details grow fuzzy, becoming distant memories which I no longer concern myself with. The trivial worries which commonly occupy my mind flee. From this point on, I am aware of little besides my vacant mind. Once I awaken from this meditation, a profound peace falls over me. I am one with myself. I feel whole. 


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