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This week, we present responses to the following challenges: Meditation. Sit still in a quiet place with your eyes closed for five minutes, and try to empty your mind of any thoughts. Does one thought keep pushing its way through? Vent about it or use it as inspiration to write. And general writing.

Prompt: Meditation

By Grace Nostrant

Age 14, Bradford, Vt.

Meditation

what does it even mean? To let go.

Why cant I just let go,

let my mind fade to nothingness?

Its as if there were a flock of geese

where my brain should be,

with their loud-squawking thoughts

pecking at my forehead

an unimaginable headache.

I open my eyes, rub my head.

I see everyone in front of me.

The silence is nice, the serenity.

Now I know the answer to my question.

As I sit here and ponder,

I realize that meditation does not mean

to let go of ones thoughts.

It means to focus, to reflect, to relax

to simply be present in ones thoughts.

Meditation is a state of simply being.

By Kelly Daigle

Age 17, Bradford, Vt.

I sit in the silence

with the windows open,

the wind blowing gently,

and try not to think.

But the music, the music, the music...

No.

I imagine the silence,

refuse to listen to my own mind.

The absence of anything

is calming, refreshing, and

It creeps up behind,

the melody inching upon my consciousness

like the song of

Stop it, Mind.

I dont want to be listening to the music,

the silent music of my mind

that oddly sounds like

my seventh-grade music festival song ...

The notes stream past my barriers,

harmonies overlapping with

I box myself in nothing,

hoping that it will be enough,

that Ill finally be at peace

Full-force music from the ensemble comes in,

sounds stumbling over one another,

divided and yet coinciding

to create the mystical

Nope, nope, nope.

piece from the

Fine.

I let the music surround me,

and begrudgingly enjoy

the song stuck in my head.

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YWP: Exploring meditation and its discontents - Valley News