I walked through the quiet woods...

nursing my anger. My problems were tight in my grasp as I tried to wrestle them into submission. Ahead of me the surface of a lake bore a rippled reflection of the sky. A bench overlooking it beckoned.

I sat down exhausted. Too weary to maintain it, I gave up my grip on my worries, and saw them carried away on the breeze. My vision cleared, and all around me I saw the limitless waters of pure mind, bearing afloat every creature, every tree, every pebble, and each blade of grass.

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