Now as you proceeding your way to the final realm of relaxation get your body calm and warm… Strengthen your will, release your imagination… You’ve no need to regard your will as something like stiff scarf on your neck or heavy boots-of-being-tired on your legs… Regard your imagination as a part of your will. The essential part… Let them be something like a wind whispering with oak tree leaves Let them be something like rich green grass of your childhood gently massaging your bare feet… Let them be something like butterfly’s wings touching weightlessly your cheeks and lips… Enter the final realm of relaxation… Meditate on your utmost unique way of learning the mystery of your being here and now… In this very World… In this very Time…
©2007 Святослав Синявський
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