On Meditation

Conscious breathing is actually quite effective in calming you down. And if you’re already calm, well it’ll bring you to the moment in front of you. The present. Isn’t that what we want? To be and live in the present cherishing every passing moment of it. To think that one small thing can bring you to all that, but who are we to decide what is small or not. Anything can end up having a major effect or no consequence at all. No, I don’t think its all chance.

When you’re swimming in this void of silence, you feel like you can tickle the strings connecting us to various dimensions. When your sole focus is yourself, you’ll discover this lightness. Expanding and contracting in the same light with the universe. It almost feels like I will lose my grip on my consciousness and go flying away. Then it contracts and I breathe out.

It is hard to express what you experience when you feel like you can be everywhere all at once. It’s not constant. Everything is fleeting. If I sit there for enough I feel like the world would fall away from my sight. Maybe it is dangerous. I can feel myself getting used to that nothingness. Floating in that colourful silence even when the world around me is bustling. I wonder which one is real, and if they both are then maybe we choose our own reality.

I can never tell how much time has passed, it surely feels too little. Even if it makes me question everything it brings with itself a wonderful consciousness of simply existing. It makes me want to sing about the diverse beauty moulding itself in such patterns that we perceive.

Then I open my eyes and call myself delusional.