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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