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Meditation
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The Fruits of Meditation
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I laid out my mat, pressed my back into the ground and stretched out my arms, closed my eyes, enjoyed the sun against my eyelids, and reached my arms above me, pretending to be a plant reaching for the sun. I paid attention, as I so rarely do, to my muscles, to the way my body responded to the stretching of limbs. Then, cupping my hands around my face, I opened my eyes to observe the tree above me. I imagined that my perspective was stuck on that vision for the rest of my life. How closely that tree and I would be, how intimately I would come to understand its seasons, how my internal clock would be informed by the movement of light beyond its branches.
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In everything you do, be calm. Move slowly, move carefully, without restlessness, without eagerness for the next moment, which has already passed you by. In everything you do, be calm. Let every speckle of matter wash over you, eyes open to every crevice, heart gaping for each morsel of awareness. In everything you do, be calm. Every second is ready to receive you with open hands. Plunge.
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Giant, sunlit windows, thrown open to the morning dew. Soft silk, half parted, skin aglow with the morning light. Bird song of blue jay, their feathers fluttering with glee, black coffee and the softness of tunes. I would mold clay intro creations while you strummed your guitar. Watch as butterflies greeted the garden, witnessed the ripening of the melons. The high-up lushness of mountains, caked in wildflowers would greet my vision -- a daily walk would bring us into its affections. Our new Eden.
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