I have grown wise
Through walking, breathing, observing
Upon a cushion
Cross legged, eyes closed
Smoke reaches the ceiling,
The smell of incense
Is ever pleasant
Music flows along the walls
The sound of shakuhachi
Is ever present
Counting. One. Two. Three. Four.
A double inhale. A double exhale
My hands lay pressed together
Palm to palm
I bow to all silent presences before me:
"Namaste"
Please tell me what you think
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There is an inherent peacefulness residing within these serene words, dear Scribe. A chant of solace, a hymn of salvation. Well done, my Friend. 
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patchouli tendrils levitate
bringing awareness
into transcendent state
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You bring us there, blessed Poet.
I touch your feet and bring a flower for you to find with waking eyes.
I bow to all that you ARE.
Namaste'
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A very excellent poetic description of the feelings during meditation. I do meditate from time to time when my schedule permits it, and I must say, it keeps me from going insane
Great write. And thanks for the comment by the way.
-Riche
PS
It's been quite awhile isn't it? How are you doing?
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I am exquisite. Life is one continuous blessing, and I am satisfied with that. I can't believe you're 18 now. Time flies, I swear. How is life treating you? What are your plans for the future?
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I love this! Meditation is a true way to "find yourself," & I find it ever-so soothing. There's an artist you should check into, who has done a painting entitled "Namaste." Alex Grey. If you already know about him, awesome.
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Meditation is a mind expanding exercise and you have described it very aptly poet
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