meditation

He closed his eyes again, already knowing what to expect and once again he found himself in the midst of a raging ocean of himself. ‘Everything needs to be sorted out here. But in the beginning’ he did not finish the phrase inside himself, but imagined a bright white screen and, without opening his eyes, looked at it inside himself, cutting off all the phrases of the inner voice, emerging memories, escaping feelings and unspoken thoughts. They broke through to the screen with the fury of a freedom-loving prisoner, but he wouldn't let them in.

He stared at the white screen, imagining the storm behind him gradually receding. Soon, no one was trying to break through to him and only he remained, looking at the white screen. Nothing inside. Dead silence and only he, inside himself.