This is where it will happen. This is where I meditate daily, enjoying the silence, which is interrupted by only breezes, the sounds of the geese playing, and the water in the river flowing over the rocks.
I think, and think, and think. Sometimes, I am quite certain that it's not my responsibility to figure it all out, but to let it just flow, like the water over the rocks. Namaste.
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