Morning Meditation in a Bamboo Pavilion
Sitting cross-legged on a mat, I listen to bamboo creak in the wind, matching breaths to its rhythm. Incense curls upward, its scent mixing with fresh air. The pavilion’s open sides frame a view of mountains, hazy in morning light. This meditation isn’t just sitting—it’s merging with surroundings, finding stillness in nature’s constant movement.