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.