In a land not far, where magic dwells,
With singing streams and chiming bells,
Lived little Zinnia, so curious and free,
Seeking the secrets of Life’s grand spree.
Zinnia Zee of golden curls,
Had questions that could change the world,
“Why do minds feel pressure, tight?
And how can one, find the brightest light?”
A wise old owl, upon a tree,
Heard her queries, and spoke with glee,
“Dear child, the answers you seek and yearn,
Through inner peace, you will discern.”
He taught her then, the Meditative way,
To sit in stillness, night or day,
“Close your eyes and breathe, my dear,
Transcend the bounds of earthly fear.”
Zinnia listened, and tried to see,
She let her thoughts float wild and free,
Her consciousness took a subtle flight,
Into realms of endless light.
Through the Transcendental Meditation gate,
She passed through fields both small and great,
Relieving pressures, freeing the mind,
Unbounded awareness she did find.
Her brain, like stars, woke wide alive
An infinite dance, a joyful hive,
Every cell, each aspect of being,
Started to hum, in divine agreeing.
Awake in that boundless, serene embrace,
She touched the featureless, timeless space,
“This is the divinity inside of me,
An image of God’s own vast decree.”
With newfound wisdom, Zinnia returned,
Her heart alight, her spirit churned,
To all she met, she did convey,
The boundless paths she found that day.
“Just like God, you are made,
With endless light that should never fade,
Transcend the limits, and you’ll find,
An unbounded, conscious, divine mind.”
In lands where worries were seen by most,
Zinnia’s tale became their boast,
For in their hearts and in their brains,
Transcendence melted, life’s harsh chains.
And so, kids young and old would see,
The Boundless Adventure of Zinnia Zee,
A tale of light and inner peace,
Where earthly troubles learn to cease.
Through practice pure, and pathways bright,
They found their own transcendent light,
And thus, the story ends with cheer,
For boundless wisdom was always near.
Now, each night under the magical tree,
They recall Zinnia’s journey, wild and free,
For within every child, there lies the clue,
To transcend the bounds and start anew.
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