Breathe, little lady, breathe
And absorb the essence of your surroundings,
From mountain tops to lush valleys
Commune with the harmony.

You are in a place of repose.
Extend your limbs on a cloud of comfort,
Knowing you are consoled within and without.
Deflect the past, Reflect the dreams
Imagine you are at the pinnacle of mental ectasy
Where nothingness becomes your reality.

This journey has purpose.
You submit to it gracefully
It opens your eyes to the destiny
which sings inside you.


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