just me and my inner quiet. i never thought i woud live to this day when i am convinced that all cravings are gone and all that i experience is this constant, roaring desire to be with my inner quiet.
i'm at the point of getting back into the manuscript after 2 years, preparing to do some revisions and i'm utterly certain that i must get up, preferably 3, meditate before writing. the subtly buzzing quiet in the house of my Self is where words emerge and enjoin. i don't smoke, i don't drink, i don't do drug. meditation is my ticket to writing. the inner quiet is the source of all plot twists and turns. go there and roam.
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