Inner Sanctuary and Forgotten Roses

It was a long time since I had such a peaceful and profound experience. The concluding paragraph mentioned that in the midst of overwhelming emotions, one should imagine oneself nestled within an inner sanctuary, sitting by a fire while enjoying hot roses. This made me recall that during my formative years, I had built up a small, somewhat secluded room within my minda quiet little retreat where I could retreat to during moments of introspection and solitude. The room was modest in size, with only a single bed, a table, a tiny bathroom, and a kitchen. It was cramped but safe. I had started some roses in that little house, though not often tending to them.

I hadnt taken care of the roses for such a long time, so I went inside, unaware of the storm outside. What I found was an overwhelming night air, and I dont even remember when the island had sunk into the depths of the oceanall that remained was a ragging sea in all its fury. Time and space themselves seemed to have been swept up in this deep-sea whirlwind. It felt as if reaching out toward the darkness would cause ones entire body to disintegrate. The moon and stars were gone, replaced by an unending night, and it felt as though grabbing at the darkness would shatter everything into fragments that were carried away on the flow of timefragments so thin they could be pulled apart like thread.

I dont even remember when I forgot to seal the connection between my inner and outer worlds. I am too delicate and sensitive to handle even a gentle breeze without it being enough to send waves of turmoil through me. Though the island was gone, I seem to catch a faint glimmer of light in the depths of the oceana familiar glow that gave me a sense of peace for an instant. I decided to go there despite my fears, to see if I could find any hint of stability within the chaos that surrounded me.