It is as if you are in a tree.
And although the view on the horizon is stunning,
The branch you are perched on to obtain this view is paper-thin,
And it seems to promise that it will tear or crack at any given moment under your weight,
Yet you find you simply must continue to take in the view,
In spite of the physical unease,
The suggested instability,
Or the chance you might fall,
You simply cannot take your eyes from the horizon,
That you can indeed climb higher,
And even though the tree itself is narrowing,
And your intellectual mind heeds that a further climb would offer less support,
You are being encouraged to go on,
Motivated by that deep desire to achieve a clearer,
More dazzling view.
And as you climb,
So too does the wind intensify in its spirit.
With your increasing exposure,
It fills your ears with its determination and drive,
Yet what you see as you climb is worth the effort to counter its force.
You seem to be able to stop the sun in its setting,
You seem to be able to hold that pending moment in a kind of suspended animation,
As your ascension speed matches the sun-set journey.
And with this realisation,
The wind stops,
And so do you,
You are barely on the branches at all,
Your gaze,
Unfaltering,
Unblinking,
Is held.
The moment of not breathing at all,
To match the surrounding silent stillness,
You take in the most beautiful,
Full,
Fresh,
Cool,
Steady breath,
But so too do you allow as the sun gracefully drops below the horizon,
It leaves behind it the most exquisite display of oranges,
Golds and reds,
You are bedazzled by,
And thankful for its rich brilliance.
The sun you see has left you a whispered message,
Delivered by colour,
That it is time for you to rest too.
You can stay in this elevated position,
Knowing that the tree has rooted you through it,
It is the gift the tree has given you for trusting it as you did.
And for trusting yourself during your climb,
It assures you,
That its roots are your roots too,
You are now as tall as your greatest vantage point.
You are as tall as the height that you climbed,
The tree is gifting you an assurance of firm hold,
As the sunsets afterglow beckons you to rest now.
You oblige,
With deep,
Deep gratitude,
As you drift deeper,
Into your place of elevated rest and stillness,
Your rich colours begin to display themselves to you.
You are allowing yourself to set,
Like the sun moving into night,
Let the darkness that follows do the work now,
It is the most perfect,
Unmarked,
Vast night sky.
A blank canvas for you to adorn in all your colours.
You call forward,
All the glorious hues of your day just gone,
The colours that you saw,
That you experienced,
That you created and beheld.
All the colours that you spoke out,
That you danced with and sang to,
All the colours that you emitted in your weaving of wisdom and innocence.
All the colours that you touched,
Smelt,
Heard,
All the colours that connected you with meaning to another,
That connected you to your very true self.
You watch in hypnotic wonder,
As your colours roll out,
As they dance and weave together in front of your very eyes.
You watch as they create a sublime collage of ever-flowing,
Ever-evolving richness upon the boundless backdrop of that night sky.
Each colour tells a reflective tale of your moments of strength,
Your moments of truth,
Your moments of realisation,
Imagination,
Enlightenment,
Understanding of honour,
Love,
Beauty,
Authenticity.
And freedom,
Where you were your very true.
All the moments that may have been missed by the present moment conscious mind,
That may have been overlooked in the chaos of daily life,
That may have been left unacknowledged by you in the distracting busyness of your waking day.
And in this creative,
Limitless space,
You are undergoing a profound celebration of you.
Deeply important preparations are taking place,
They will serve to offer the fullness of you forward and into the brand new day ahead.
Watch as they dance,
They weave and unite,
Making the most majestic and inspirational tapestry,
That you are that tapestry.
As you allow it to wrap itself around you,
To keep you warm,
As you move towards slumber,
It is the warmest blanket you have ever felt.
Each colour seems to spark with such deeply insightful knowing,
In the safety,
In your own limitless potential,
In your own rich potency.
In the deep remembering and honouring of your tapestry of colours adorns you in celebration of you.
As it nurtures you,
As it cradles you,
Rocks you,
Gently reminding you,
It whispers to you.
Each whisper it offers,
Brings with it a lightness,
And your body softens into,
And becomes just a secret suggestion of a gentle,
As you feel your wisdom and your innocence blending as one.
It feels like worry and years just fall away with each beautiful,
Light,
Each softly travelling breath you take.
You feel them,
For you are that amazing display of colours,
Celebrates you.
