One day I drifted into meditation, the sounds of the room falling  away as I drifted with my thoughts. I felt my body lighten and my breathing grow quiet.  It was then I saw you, your face before my eyes, smiling. Behind you was a hand that beckoned  and I felt myself  become light as a feather, cradled by a swirl of gray mist.  To this day I do not know what would have  followed, as startled  and  slightly  afraid,  I grabbed hold of the  things around me and returned from wherever I had gone.  I have often thought about that day, that early meditation and how powerful it was, and I wonder when you will come again.


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