Patches of Sunlight
Grab yourself a mind canoe and drift down the quiet stream. Let the winds and waves dance elsewhere; this hour is for you.
This is the hour when contentment reigns, when the garish colors of the day melt into mere reflections that float on the surface of the deep and flowing now. This is the place where all that surrounds you is wealth and a profusion of serenity, and you are one with it and whole.
Round the bends smoothly; let the stream carry you where it may. Watch thoughts glimmer past like small fishes darting through the fronds; you have no need to catch them or to hold them in your hand.
Breathe in the cool air, perfumed with the fragrance of pure being; breathe out, adding your own essence to the perfume. And just glide, glide, easily glide on the calm and endlessly flowing stream.
Scenes drift past. They do not hold you, for you have become one with the stream, with its liquid hymn of harmony and its smooth, smoothing flow. And you glide and glide, and easily glide.
And when you are refreshed, you gently steer your mind to shore. Then, stepping from the stream, you follow the patches of sunlight back to the place from which you began, and you find it newly drenched with peace and whispering yes.
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