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I like to meditate on being parts of nature
When I go to bed at night I like to imagine I'm a reed of grass in a vast field of marsh land in northeast Asia, looking up to the mountains. I feel myself blow gently in the breeze, how little, how much a part of the beauty I am. I simply experience.
In the morning I like to pretend I'm snow. Sometimes I'm the light flakes that fall gently on the mountain side. Other times I am the quiet peaceful snow resting in the peace and calm of winter at the base of a pine. The soil cool and frozen under me, the scent of the woods, the quiet of the air, the gently icy coolness, refreshing, water stilled, peace...
When I go to bed at night I like to imagine I'm a reed of grass in a vast field of marsh land in northeast Asia, looking up to the mountains. I feel myself blow gently in the breeze, how little, how much a part of the beauty I am. I simply experience.
In the morning I like to pretend I'm snow. Sometimes I'm the light flakes that fall gently on the mountain side. Other times I am the quiet peaceful snow resting in the peace and calm of winter at the base of a pine. The soil cool and frozen under me, the scent of the woods, the quiet of the air, the gently icy coolness, refreshing, water stilled, peace...