Utility

Simple Pleasures

It's just me and the candle. I'm watching the stark contrast of the milky white of the candle against the black background of the night sky, the flame casting a flickering orange shadow on the window frame. The sweet vanilla aroma of the candle reaches my nostrils and the tinkle of the wind chimes outside my window rings in my ears. I am aware that the gentle movement of my body as I sit in meditation is one with the rhythm of the flicker of the candle, the aroma, the tinkle of chimes, the hum of the furnace coming on, and the silence of awareness. It's the same rhythm in different forms flowing through my senses and back out again in waves going back to its source. The silence and the rhythm are two sides of the same coin looking from the gap between the two, but also somehow joined as one eternity.

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beautifull :)

By KubaK