In the quiet twilight before dawn, he entered the stony forest sanctuary, still lost within the echo of haunting remembrance. Here, far from the calamity that was his life, his thoughts could become still again, his breath could find its rhythm. Each step of his bare feet helped him relinquish the heaviness of his forgetting. His past was gone and done; his future held no anxiety. He finally found...

I arrive at the address I was given and walk into what can only be described as a sanctuary built into the side of a mountain. The walls, floor, and seating are all rock. But there have been mats and stools added throughout, as well as plants that look like they don’t need much water to survive. I am here to elevate my consciousness by learning radical acceptance. Which, if you ask me is like sayi...

Inside the building,everything looks strange.

And not only because of how it looks outside,even if it is a contradiction to how it looks inside,but also because how it is. Not it’s looks,but how it is.

It looks like a some kind of a sanctuary,but an elevate one,not a normal one,and it could not make someone feel everything than conscious. About yourself. About everything.

Inside the building,eve...

As I woke up and gained my conscious back, the colors around me started to brighten, and it looked like a garden for the angels. It looked like a sanctuary for gods and goddesses. As I rose from laying in the middle of some petunias, I stumbled. I ran towards the big hill, and started climbing. It seemed the higher I got, the more the hill would elevate. I went up and up and up until I couldn’t. I...

The mind is more than a simple santuary for a restless soul to reside in. It is infinitely powerful and can turn any notion into worlds of chaos and peace, with a spark of thought. The mind can be a calm, eternal, running river for a soul to perch near, allowing thoughts to flow by the banks in tranquility. Or a blood shrouded battlefield ever emersed in chaotic vengeance, caused by difficult jour...

You pride yourself in your ability to play mind games, but you’ve still yet to elevate your senses, and I still wear my carefully crafted disguise.

Of course I’m aware that any unplanned action I take will lead you right to me, but you aren’t smart enough yet.

Nothing I’ve done has yet to allude you to me.

I’ll always make the conscious decision to hide my tracks, aside from the body I always l...

1. On a crisp autumn morning, Lily set out on a journey of self-discovery along winding country lanes. 

2. The path led her past golden fields and ancient hedgerows that whispered quiet secrets of the past. 

3. Beside a murmuring brook, she discovered a long-forgotten cottage—a true **_sanctuary_** from the modern world. 

4. Inside, dappled sunlight and the aroma of old wood invited her t...

I would be a better manager than Jennifer—she’s careless, cold.

Every conscious decision I make is driven by excellence.

Still, they choose her.

Maybe I’m not meant to elevate here.

This job drains me, disturbs my peace.

I give so much and get so little.

Mama said, “Go where you’re appreciated, not tolerated.”

Maybe this is my sign to leave.

To know my worth.

I’ve yet to find my sanctuary....

It my fault. I see it now.

It was possible, in some far- off future, that this would become my safe place; A constant pattern of waves, brushing in and out against the shoreline. Fresher air then any city becoming my sanctuary of health.

I made the decision in my conscious mind to tear up the world I’d already built. To elevate my soul, I destroyed everything else. But now silence is not peace...

Conscious in my sanctuary,

Where I breathe, rest and feel merry,

The outside can’t coax me to leave,

Steal my poor mood like common thieves.

Conscious in my sanctuary,

As life prods, nags, and eats at me,

Drugs me, but I cannot give in-

I cannot fall, can’t sleep within.

Drowsy in my sanctuary,

It’s all the same, its hands choke me,

I push my chest to evelate-

Breathe in and out before it’s to...