Nick Hopper’s Poem – Written On Retreat – June 2016
Breathing slows, Eyes flutter closed, Like a playful stone the mind skips and dances across the surface of a sea of swelling consciousness, Rippling, fleeing, wilful, yet ever decelerating, before sinking into the deep, Find an upcoming course Swaddled in an embrace of stillness, nurtured and primed we wait
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