I find peace in my dreams.
There stood all my trouble in a boat. Every failing, all the pain. To hold onto it all was only harming my soul, deeply.
I stood opposite on the dock, surrounded by a serene forest. The mist rolled off the water. In my hand, a rope.
It was my choice then whether I would tie that rotting wood boat down or not. I looked only a moment at my problems, standing personified- as who I won't say.
Then my gaze settled on the rope. It was my tether to everything holding me back. I felt myself loosen my grip. Felt the rope slip. Silently, I watched the boat drift downstream.
When I woke up, my reality seemed more serene. This sacred river in my mind is where I go to meditate. And so it seems it comes to me during my darkest moments, to wash away what thoughts do gather there.
