Feeling peaceful, connected to nature, the colours in the sky, the skip hop and jump of a crow in the park, the deep pain and extreme joy of classical music, the love of a pet, at ease alone and in stillness.
The emptiness of the mind allowing for sensory experience to be at the fore, not trying to work something out or do anything other than just be. The beauty of random desires and appreciation of cool sheets getting into bed, the warm glow of a candle, the wind on your face, the smell of freshly washed hair.
The acceptance of thoughts and feelings without judgment. Being honest without explanation. Feeling the sharp cut of pain and not feeling the fear that it may never end because in the pain itself is beauty and love and meaning.
The simple amusement of seeing a bald man as the only client in a barbers shop. The silence broken by sounds of the city. Living in an ongoing meditation. The voice of a wise woman. No need to feel happy or sad or lonely or comforted, just being good with just being.
Space. Time. Stillness. Movement. God. Energy. Mind. Heart. Whatever the moment holds is essential for that moment and they are all equal. The soul.
Peace; to be luxuriated in like bathing in exquisite champagne while hearing choruses of angels sing.