Meditation

I am one with nature. My mind, full of cloud-like images, is emptied in this state of meditation. I am part of nothing; I am part of everything. All jangled and jittery forms of concentration, scattershot in trembling excitement, return to the silence, the pure, unadultured noise. Nirvana lays inches away. The blind-prophet, the old storyteller wandering along the beach. Ashplant poking the sand. Dare he open his eyes? The middle of the ocean. No land. Guess not.

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