There is a string at the tip of your thoughts.
See it change colour.
Keep following and again it changes colour. The texture of the string changes too, from smooth velvet to jangled, dark and murky grey. A bit like something that has been put through a crimper, almost impossible to be straightened out again. On you go, following this string into a place where it spreads become thick and fluffy, like cotton candy, like soft wool. It is so comfortable that you just want to lay there in it, enjoying the softness, but something pushes you forward and on you go. The string becomes barbed wire, covered in thorns. You want to turn back but you can’t so forward you go, fingers bleeding and tears stinging your eyes. The climb is endless, the journey long.
There is a whole world to discover, but you haven’t moved at all.
This universe inside you is a journey unto itself.
You want to go back to the comfortable places, the safe havens, the bits that give you something beautiful to hold on to, but sometimes, sometimes, you are just attracted to the crimped pieces of string, the barbed wires, the places where you bleed and cry. You stay there for a bit, and it too becomes comfortable. In time, you learn to let go, and the string smooths itself out.
All it needed was your time, your attention, and your forgiveness.
This is meditation. This is where you listen to the stories in your head – the darkness, the light and everything in between. Here is where you open to the grey areas within your soul.
In this space of silence you find yourself.
It is no place you haven’t been before. But perhaps, there is a place that needs your acceptance and your love.
And then let it dissolve.
Follow the string of your thoughts. It is but a guide to the vast space of silence that lies within you….