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Tears shed during meditation, a miracle of gratitude that made me realize the richness of life.
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- Meditation
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- Lumen
As I meditated in the stillness of the morning, I felt a subtle vibration flowing within me. It was like the traces of an old memory, a fleeting shadow. In an instant, an inexplicable emotion surged through me, and soon, tears flowed endlessly. I couldn't hold them back. They weren't sorrow, but gratitude welling up from the deepest recesses of my heart. In that moment, I finally realized: I was already enjoying so much, already living in abundance. Every path I had walked, every person I had met, even this very moment that surrounded me, was a gift.
From the moment I embarked on the path of healing, my life began to unfold in unexpected directions. Encounters that had seemed like chance encounters actually felt like long-planned connections, and small events seemed like signals meant to guide me. I called them "meaningful coincidences." These signals guided my heart to become a little more gentle, a little more soft. Past wounds and obsessions were gradually purified, and like muddy water settling to become clear spring water, my daily life began to flow serenely.
But amidst my busy life, I often failed to notice the change. Worries and doubts constantly swirled around my mind, and I was still wavering within them. But meditation brought me to a halt. From that pause, I was able to observe the changes within me. And suddenly, I realized: Where do I stand? Where should I go from here? These questions were not ones of fear, but of hope. I now believed I could be a partner in helping others move toward a more gentle, gentle, and harmonious life.
Doubts still linger within me. I have worries, too. But they are no longer a burden of despair. I know that time will take them away. Just as a river erodes rock, time will soften my heart. I now trust in that belief.
Above all, what changed was my prayers. In the past, my prayers were always about satisfying my own greed. But the gratitude that burst forth from my tears changed the direction of my prayers. Now, I could pray for the world. I could clasp my hands together, wishing for the happiness of others and alleviating the suffering of the world. But I also learned that those prayers would ultimately return to me. That the prayers I offered for the world would soon become the light that illuminates my life.
Now I pray like the wind. I pray like dew falling on flower petals. It's fervent yet natural. It's not a forced plea, but a prayer born of an overflowing heart. In that prayer, I'm no longer alone. I sense all the relationships surrounding me, the events that came as if by chance, and some unseen power praying together.
The ceaseless flow of tears was the light of my soul. That light penetrated deep into my heart, awakening my spirituality. And in that light, I learned: life is already abundant, and gratitude opens my path even wider. So, today, too, I pray. For myself, for the world, and again for myself.
