Easing into Your New Beginning

Easing into Your New Beginning

A Story by alexAlexander
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They can begin again through meditation.

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Easing Into Your New 
                                  Beginning 
As the volcano surges and regurgitates on impulse, sending an eruption into a moment with seemingly no end.
Toward the villages of southwestern Iceland, where the gathering of monks takes place.
Meandering through the monastery, must now make haste with Gabriel’s trump cards, finding comfort in their daily chants, over a Sanskrit and meditation with balm in spiritual focus, awakening of the lotus. Buddha on the hour, their sacred thread anchors and burdens the scene, and the unseen. Meanwhile, the Knocking Lord admonishes, Make haste.
As the earth trembles beneath the ancient stone steps of the mountain monastery, ashes emerge, with dark clouds and an eerie presence swirling overhead, blotting out the sun.
The elder monk says, “The mountain speaks, time to get to higher ground.” Years of discipline, now panic quickly, sit in.
Having assured the Buddha would take care of them. As their bare feet make it swiftly down the winding mountain path. Looking back, seeing the monastery prayer flags ignite, as their bright colors in Magma consumed smoke and flames.
The earth shakes, with a final cough from its pressure rocks                                                                                                   The monks do not look back. For they remember Lot’s wife.                                                                                                       As they ease into a new beginning.    
       
    
        
         
        

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Author's Note

alexAlexander
We can also begin again with mediation.

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