No landing

In my second week back from reading week, I have begun to feel the pressures of stress yet again. I don't even have that much work right now, but between classes and the few projects to be done I feel my muscles tense up and my head throb like John McVie's bass lines [wait, did I just use John McVie and throb in the same sentence?].

After weeks of trying to get myself back into the routine of meditating for at least 15 minutes on a daily basis, tonight I finally sat down and did it.

I forgot how much I enjoy it.

I love sitting in the dark, listening to my breathing becoming deeper, and hearing my internal sounds humming from head to toe. The smell of incense fills the air, and I inhale the sweet smoke before slowly releasing my breath. After awhile I become detached, and feel my body loosen up, starting at the neck. It lolls to one side, and my shoulders drop. My legs slowly unclench, and lay flat on the floor. My mind hovers in between this world and another, and while I am aware of my surroundings I understand that they are not important, and all that matters is the moment.

When I feel it is time to stop, the humming gradually fades away and my eyes slowly open. For the ten minutes after I finished my journey, the world seems cloudy and peaceful. I stand, even though my legs feel slightly wibbley.

Meditation is my favourite time of day, when the world is quiet and I have time to sit and reflect on the day and my life without interruptions.

Many are the roads that are offered

Many are the times that I will stray

Still for all the directions that I've travelled

It is here that my heart will remain

Many colours are the jewels that sparkle

Many pleasures I will hold and embrace

Still for all that this world has to offer

It is here that my heart will remain

So I'll wait for the day

When all my tricks

Fade away

I just want to be free

I just want to be free

There's a full moon

Smiling down on Lucknow

And she is singing her old songs to me

A distant train plays the drum

The crickets sing along

And the dogs are barking down in the street

And I know from this place there is no leaving

Still tomorrow silver wings fly me back home

To a valley in the spring time

I'll be there to see the new green leaves grow

And I'll wait for the day

When all my tricks

Fade away

I just want to be free