27 September 2012
Sit down and take a moment.
Imagine; you're sat in the middle of a ring of tall, grey mountains topped with little caps of crumbly, wispy snow. The sky is completely blue, and only a few tiny clouds hang in the lofty, cool atmosphere.
Look around; you're sat in a little patch of freshly cut grass, which is just big enough to accommodate you. At the edges of your little island is the bubbling froth of the dark blue water, which looks as if it is flowing straight out of an oil painting.
Water streams down from the mountains around you, gently cascading like a giant waterfall some few metres away from you. The water is a calming drone in your ears, and you feel it wash over you and cool you down.
Grassy banks are dotted around the edges of this remote clearing, each one host to a multitude of colourful flowers. You lay back, and inhale deeply, taking in the splendour and grandeur of your private zen.
Zen • Opuss № I