Thoughts upon feathered wings glide a tousled sky, gently imbibed in softest neigbourhood sound, bring me to the realisation that I can achieve tranquility.
When the pain is processed, when the thoughts are done, when the ghosts are gone, there is a sense of tranquility. It is a sense that the calm is an ocean at peace. That it is not anchored to anything other than itself, yet it is so vast that it is stable.
In the eyes of the gazelle is an essence of peace and tranquility, a form of emotional key that is there for the tuning into.
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