This morning, I sat on the chair by my desk to meditate.
But before I closed my eyes, I let the picture of the shore get into me, and inadvertently brought it with me in the darkness.
And it painted the darkness.
I want to go somewhere where nature is, some place where I could sit before the ocean and stare at the horizon. Or perhaps, somewhere with cool breeze and mountains reaching the velvety sky.
Somewhere, somewhere away from this city.
There, I would sit by the shore and inhale the morning air. Then I would meditate and safely fall into nothingness.
There, I would find words, string them together, and write them.
There, I would be free. And be myself. Just myself. See who I am, see what I want, see my potential. There, I would see me in my raw form.
I do not know why I cannot get enough of silence when I have a room at home where I could be alone and quiet. But maybe I need a new environment, some new place, some fresh space.
I have to be somewhere I could think more then come out new, at peace, and strong.
Or just some place.
Some space where I could be in utter Vastness.
And find direction.
