sailing with the masters
The Bubbles
As he was sleeping everyday
floating in a million bubbles
The getaway, Photo by Shekhar
came the Wind and said in a whisper
why not float above your troubles
As he started to wake up
the bubbles were too many to bear
why won’t the Wind just blow them away
Then one day the Wind said to him
why worry about all these bubbles
here is a shiny skateboard my friend
why not ride them away
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There are times in life and during the regular course of a day where the train of thoughts becomes to difficult to bear. Sometimes I tend to get stuck in a rut about some topic, even a good one at that and have trouble shaking myself out of it. It is especially at these times that I try to do mantra meditation. Simply centering myself and taking deep diaphragmatic breaths while doing Vaheguru Jap stops the thought cycles and freshens the mind. It becomes a little one minute mini vacation from everything 
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