Prompt #3

I thought that I was already at a balanced and peaceful state until the moment I turned on my side and felt all my energy shift like empty barrels on the back of a pick up truck hitting a turn, a slight one in that, but still a turn. Each barrel slid over one by one as the turn progressed and hit each other, but softly, like it was in slow motion. Then they took a rest as the roll did. At one side of the truck was a pressured bundle of barrels. The other was empty, jealous of the concentration on the other side of the truck. Then the turn straightened out and half of the barrels, one by one, slid to the other side, creating a balance more powerful than one would think. I then stood up and reached gravity, each barrel of energy rested in a certain place in my body. Two in my legs, one at my abdomen, two at my heart, two in my arms, one in my throat and one in my head. Each barrel resting quietly, balanced and content in their positions. A complete representation of my insides out, well at the moment at least.