Meditation

delightful, unbound...free...he poured the blue dream thru the white snuku , and eclipsed his own desire ...Henry met a kind man on the front face of knowhere, kind passionate , particularly gentriful, fleshed out from the sun, with steely eyes and brimstone..it even felt like the sun had burnt him to gold...an austere sort of gemstone look deep within his soul permeated his very presence...if kindness was a 'way'...and he was not lost...yet even then..he had no need for compass ...only compassion welled up within him...genius...no...remorse......look it wasn't even a steely glaze...just a sort of expectation uninhibited by change...he just was...like the rock of ages...yet he didn't like being compared with time..then again ..he wasn't even real...just a fixation he thought...kinda of like an eclipse of the sun...momentary ...no lapse of reason or was it beyond reason , virtue or profoundness that he sort now....something new...something free ...to be himself always,,regardless of company kept or wept, laughed or ridiculed, it was a cruel injustice he sort...beyond justice and reason itself, ..to the back of man's hiding from shame and pity...purpose prevailed in every man's heart...just a woodsmen...ney keep chopping he thought ...awhhh don't saw off me arm....granted he wasn't even real ...the voices were permeable beyond light themselves but not of it...else felt permeated with soulness, softness ...imbued with halo without a hint of it...halo...so thoughts interpreted as vioces kind of lay saying something before thinking, in reverse.
if that makes any sense I'll be surprised he thought to himself, beyond complete control was there even a reality he enjoyed.....ahhh meditation ...the ghost of times past haha Love...look don't go there ...way too hard....yet it wasn't hardness....meditation softens yet not beyond self...of self...that rambunctious article of self deceit ...is stripped away...whilst presence, permeance of soul...not even that for do you know who you are....yes a woodsman  .

I think meditation lets us breath, beyond breathing...like that part or whole of you, oneself, the peaceful , even like white light ...or not so much a colour ..enlightened..the thing is if you think about meditation...your lost ...as it delves beyond awareness...and perhaps clears away artifice like a bulldozer with dove's wings and gentle touch

gratitude to image source...meditation