Sit in the dark. Just sit.
Listen to the pervading silence. Hear the hum of an HVAC system warming your townhouse. But listen to the silence beyond it.
Let those thoughts come—as long as you let them go. When the last of them settles down, see the darkened outline of a carpeted floor and the rough contours of the dresser. Feel the subtle vibration in your hara, as chi settles. Embrace that subtle ache in the small of your back.
Realize you are never alone. And any “you” that is?
A figment of your imagination.
outdoor Christmas tree
beside a reflection of
a Christmas tree
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Frank J. Tassone 
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