Mellow Exhalations give rise to modesty. You are in a green garden where the root chakra feels an affinity. A drop of dew is enough to parch your throat. Stone statues heed to on comers, shiftless in expression. A caterpillar bends and folds upon the leafs broad surface, the potted plant adjacent to the budding birch tree. What is it about this place that quiets the mind, and takes it all away? Wait, even that thought seems heavy. Patiently watching, the cloud passes and you are again with the sky. A smile forms in the corner of your lips, you giggle at thoughts quaint contradiction.
Your back finds comfort lying against the weathered rock, chiseled only by the soft seasons of nature. Resonating with its timeless wisdom, you no longer feel separate. A subtle communication forms with your surroundings. A large exhalation allows you to let go, you feel almost as a mirror. REFLECT. The birds flock and you are thankful for their presence. Someone to share this sweet poetry. Surely no writing is as beautiful.
It seems strange now, and even meaningless to analyze the acts of the past.
(ILL TRY TO WRITE MORE LATER, IN THE MEANTIME, RELAX :D)
Is the goal of your blog to enchant me more than ever? Words such as yours are quite dangerous to a susceptible maiden's heart, kind sir; choose the words of your silver tongue with extreme care.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a very successful meditation. May I suggest bringing your guitar next time? Playing along with the sounds of nature can be quite peaceful. I believe you will find influences to be quite abundant in the nature scene.
ReplyDeleteExcellent imagery. I wish I was there!
ReplyDeleteOh...wow. I absolutely love the images this is putting in my head! It seems like such a peaceful place to be in. Too bad nothing like that exists in our world today. Everything's always too busy and too loud. It's rare that soemone can just relax and enjoy the quiet. Keep writing, I love it! :)
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