Meditation


I close my eyes, the stillness envelopes me like a silent friend

Holding me tight 

Calming my mind

Through the darkness colours emerge, dancing round in my head

Plasma rainbows

Pulsating and rotating

The quiet calms me, I hear nothing but my breath and my pulse

Rhythmic beating

And gentle breaths

Guiding me to a state of calmness and peace.

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