Rock

I’m standing on a rock. Still quiet.

The discursive thinking has stopped. Finally. After a two day beat myself fest, I got on top of it. For the second day in a row, I’m feeling centered.

I may have more bad days. But I need to try and remember, they pass.

I have peace. Deep peace. I wonder how deep it can get?

Even if its shallow now, it feels deep in contrast to what I had been feeling.

It’s all thoughts. I can’t resolve it with more thoughts. Anxiety is not cured with more anxiety.

The receding water leaves a beautiful clean rock, free of muddy footprints.

Breath it in. Stand tall.

It feels so good.