My cave has various chinks in it, maybe five. One lets in a very dim shaft of light, and my movements cause dust
particles to rise and they float around in the tenuous light. Another conveys muffled
sounds, perhaps from outside, when the wind blows hard. But at the back end of
the grotto, what appears to be a dome-like area is the best spot for utter
peace and quiet, restfulness and a sense of joy. When sitting here in the
darkness, the body dissipates and floats away, tensions are relieved and idle thoughts
cease to flow. There is complete silence in this place. The eyes may imagine
swirls of colour, but they soon drift away and usher in total blackness and calm, sometimes
tinged with a rosy glow of happiness. Many things seem possible here. It is a
place of power and joyfulness, and I long to return here whenever I am not
groping around the rest of the cave trying get my bearings. I wonder at this
spot, and cherish it. It seems like a home away from home, a place to return
to always.
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