closing eyes to see quietness is real knots come easily unraveled things fall into their appointed place movements lose frenzy time disappears everything flows smoothly
Mind clouds hover around lofty mountain peaks, towering pines whisper with rhythmic flow of wind. In darkness, there is light, In shadows, there is shining clarity. Like the clear, still waters of The Big Lagoon wrapt up in mists when ocean fogs roll in, endless eons dissolve into nothingness, each melted into the other. In this illumination, all straining, all striving is forgotten.