Sitting In Silent Solitude

Sitting in silent solitude by a noisy gurgling stream flowing with white water through  reddish rocks spotted with light green lichen, bordered by tall green grass and wildflower stems backed by tall coniferous trees. I recline in shade on soft fir needle covered earth, breathing a cool breeze in which the grass sways this way and that, as go my thoughts, light and airy.  Trying not to think is the goal here, just observe and listen, seeing seedheads have formed, feeling the life in breathing, breathing with the plants, listening to the water and birds, watching birds fly past. The breeze cools my face as the sun lights up yellow blooms across the stream, one could dream here. 

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