Thirty Eight

Day thirty Eight:  I don’t share

 

  This with a lot of people, I won’t be doing it any justice, and I’d appreciate little to no comments on it.  It’s an important addition to what I think this blog means and contributes to me…  Again, this is incredibly hard for me to share.

You walk through a light mist, the sun shines through it so that the light touches of water that reach your face and arms are cool but the sun maintains  a comfortable temperature.  The tree’s around you provide short breaks of shade from the sun, casting shadows and light all around you.  You are bare foot, the ground underneath you feet is either a hard, moist clay or completely dry sand, depending on your mental state.  As you walk it is easier to breathe, easier than it has been in a long time.

You hear nothing, which is peculiar in such a calming space, until you reach the end of the tree’where a soft murmer of rushing water begins,  and you see a large waterfall falling into a pool of water a few feet away.  The water in the pool laps up on the shore as if on a beach, but instead of sand it laps onto a light hardwood floor.  Sitting just out of the water’s reach is a large arm chair.  It is the most perfect arm chair you could ever imagine, and it is empty.  You watch for a moment, breathing, again, easier than even before.  The sun is dull here, dull enough that shading your eyes is not necessary.  There is a light breeze, but it is still warm.

As you approach the chair you place a hand on the back, it is cool, no one has sat here in a long time.  Running your hands over the arms you think…nothing.  This is just absolute comfort, and nothing more.  While sitting down alight breeze hits the back of your neck, just cold enough to wake you up a bit.  This is enough for anyone to never want to leave.

In the distance you smell a campfire, burning on its own just far enough away to get no heat but close enough that the noise of its crackling can be heard along with the water.  It is neither day nor night, but just a limbo between, and if only it were real life, then you could stay there forever.

The best part of this place is that it doesn’t leave, but lingers behind you waiting for a time when you need it most.  If the images don’t come vivid enough, you just add another breeze that wakes you up to the place where you are, or should be, in every deepest, intense point of meditation.

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