Cessation by Vicki L. Flaherty my turbulent mind is tiresome. my thoughts tedious, tempting like a train moving out of the station into the countryside and cities and towns of every size. then, I remember to breathe. I bring myself home to the present. without effort the train disappears and the luring journey ceases. my suffering gently, rhythmically comes to an end.
This was my experience mid-way through a meditation program – noticing my mind carrying me to all sorts of places I had no intention of going, and then finding my way to calm spaciousness by bringing myself back into the ground of my body and the movement of my breath.
And Then Opens Possibility 