I Tried to Draw What I Saw

I had recently reconnected with my childhood teacher, someone who once taught me in a classroom, and now, unknowingly, was about to teach me something deeper.

That day, she invited me to meditate with her.

I expected nothing.
No visions. No clarity. No transformation.
Just… silence.

And somewhere in that silence, something appeared.
Not a thought. Not a memory. A pattern.

It wasn’t very clear or perfect, but it was there… shapes, colors, something flowing and connected. I didn’t think much at that moment, I just noticed it.
After the meditation ended, I had this simple thought that I should try drawing this.

When I actually sat down to draw, I realized… I didn’t remember it properly.
The pattern wasn’t as clear anymore and I could only recall bits and pieces.
Still, I started line by line and trying to bring back what I had seen.

As I kept drawing, something interesting happened.
Even though I couldn’t remember everything exactly, the flow started coming back. Not perfectly the same but close enough like I was recreating a feeling, not an image.

In the end, it wasn’t exactly what I saw in my meditation but it was similar.
And somehow… that felt enough.

When I looked at it, I felt genuinely happy because for the first time, I had taken something from inside my mind, from a quiet moment and brought it onto paper.

I didn’t plan it.
I didn’t fully understand it.
But I still created it.
And that felt even more special.

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