She sat meditating in the moonlight. To an observer, she would have appeared to be peaceful and still, but inside a war raged on violently. Today had brought her to her worst place. Sitting with it took the courage of a warrior. The pain was immense. It lived not only in the reverberation of negativeContinue reading “Vipassana”
The words he thrust into her, cut deep into skin and sinew, unchanged since childhood. Bleeding and pained she sat, meditating, feeling deep into the trench in her chest. The pain coiled and writhed and gave up its encoded secrets, the lies she was told about the person she was… Someone else’s version of aContinue reading “Spiritual Warrior”
She radiated joy and I couldn’t stop looking. I wanted to take it from her, to possess it for myself. So, I watched her, stalked her, actually. I was obsessed and nothing else existed. I learned her schedule, when she went to work and returned home. I knew she stayed up late reading. In theContinue reading “Stealing Joy”
I don’t feel alone When I sit in meditation Who is in my room?