A few words can have profound effects on the mind.
I can say that I am sitting in a dark, quiet place, the interior of a cave with waves lapping at the mouth.
And then the crackling of a fire to stay warm, its light cheerily dancing on the walls, the shadows telling a story.
Or I could say that I am staring at the towering clouds of a storm. Taunting it. Wanting it to come for me. Wanting the heavens to explode in light and noise and rain to consume me.
Or I could be standing at a gate, the aged keeper extending his hand for tribute, so that I may speak to the wise one located beyond.
Or I could just say this: slow, peace, calm. And leave you with that
I can say that I am sitting in a dark, quiet place, the interior of a cave with waves lapping at the mouth.
And then the crackling of a fire to stay warm, its light cheerily dancing on the walls, the shadows telling a story.
Or I could say that I am staring at the towering clouds of a storm. Taunting it. Wanting it to come for me. Wanting the heavens to explode in light and noise and rain to consume me.
Or I could be standing at a gate, the aged keeper extending his hand for tribute, so that I may speak to the wise one located beyond.
Or I could just say this: slow, peace, calm. And leave you with that