Guided Meditation

In through the nose… Breathe out through the mouth…

My chest blowing up like a balloon only to be squeezed and freed of any air. I’m sitting still while trying to empty my mind of any rubbish or filth that has grown between my sunken thoughts and crawled above them, until they sink further into the mucky noise of the rattling jungle sat in my head. In. Out. My thoughts for a moment are sitting still; only the wheezing of my breath can be heard.

Feel the weight of your body pressing down onto the surface beneath you…

With my chest rising as air ran through my lungs in excitement, my body feels briefly  heavier. I can feel my naked legs sink into the cold wooden floorboards that have remained silent since I sat down. Normally they would whisper to you as you walked through the room. Conversing through creaking, as if they were excited to see you.

And if you feel distracted just come back to the breath.…

One breath. Two breaths. My chest rising and falling… Rising… Falling… The chirping in my clustered mind is falling quiet. Breathe in, and out. In… Out… With more breaths counted I can feel a downpour of tranquillity wash over the jungle in mind. The counting of the breath distracted me from the pulsing racket in my mind, just as the rain pattering on the thin window pains at night would mask the yelling and shouting from the perpetual commotion next door. 

Breathe in through the nose… Out through the mouth…

Oh yeah. In and out… In… Out…

When a thought passes through the mind let it come and go. Like a cloud in the sky, let it pass by without trying to hold onto it…

Another distraction. An empty, blue sky brushed across the horizon.Young in the day and innocently untouched by any dark, or even light clouds. Only a white Jetstream polluted the canvas, but it does not even come close to compromising the delicate beauty that is spread so softly across the pale blue. I let this image pass through my mind. Hustling through the jungle. Tripping through the vines. Leaving for another thought to enter. Is the weather like that now? In… Out… In… Out… Chest blowing up and now slowly being squeezed empty.

Slowly open your eyes and come back to where you are sitting…

Slowly opening; my eyes adjusted to the dim, bright light. Does my head feel lighter? Empty of the fallen debris and overgrown thoughts that were planted no longer than a week ago? I think so. Turning off the guided meditation, I’m standing up and releasing my legs from their locked position. My head does feel a bit lighter. Maybe I should keep at this, but next time not on an empty stomach. I might have to go to the shop and stop my stomach moaning. I hope George isn’t working behind the till. I hate George. If he gives me any lip… A cloud sailing through an empty, blue sky. Just another thought passing through my mind… I do hate George though.

“Thinking’s just like not thinking – 

So I don’t have to think  any more ”

– Jack Kerouac, ‘How to Meditate’.

(Photo Credits:https://unsplash.com/photos/V-TIPBoC_2M. Ksenia Makagonova)

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