Welcome.
You've arrived at the soft edge of night.
Let this be your time to rest.
To release the day.
To return to your body.
And beyond that,
To stillness.
Let your breath move without effort.
Notice how the air feels as it enters.
And how the body softens as it leaves.
Let your limbs grow heavy.
Your jaw loosen.
The space around you widen as though your whole body is sinking into the quiet.
There is nowhere to be now.
Nowhere to go.
Just this breath.
This moment.
This drift into rest.
Now begin to imagine you are standing at the entrance to a hidden garden.
It's night time and the air is cool against your skin.
Above the sky stretches wide and dark.
Scattered with stars that shimmer quietly.
You gently push open a wooden gate and it gives a little creak.
Inside the garden is glowing in silver and blue.
Moonlight spills across the soft grass and every leaf seems dusted with light.
Everything here is calm.
Waiting for you.
You walk barefoot along a stone path.
Each step feels grounding.
Cool,
Smooth,
And steady beneath your feet.
As you move through the garden,
A gentle breeze brushes past your arms.
The scent of jasmine and lavender drifts through the air.
You breathe it in slowly and you feel your chest open like a window.
Breathing out,
You feel space return to your body.
The path leads you to a small clearing where a pond lies in the centre,
Still and round as a mirror.
You sit beside it on a smooth,
Flat stone.
The surface of the water reflects the stars above,
But also something more.
When you look into it,
You see yourself,
Not just your face,
But the deepest parts.
Calm,
Wise,
Whole.
Let yourself settle here.
Notice how the air touches your skin,
How your body feels supported by the earth,
How your breath moves like a tide,
Rising and falling without any effort.
You become aware of your whole body at once,
Not in pieces,
But as one soft,
Spacious awareness.
Held.
Loved.
Enough.
All around you,
The garden hums gently with night sounds.
A soft rustling in the tree,
The slow chirp of crickets,
A faint trickle of water in the distance.
You begin to feel as though you are a part of this garden,
Like your body is made of the same elements,
Your breath,
The breeze,
Your heartbeat,
The roots underground,
Your thoughts,
Clouds drifting across the night sky.
There is nothing you need to hold on to,
Let the edges blur,
Let yourself dissolve into the stillness around you.
You are not separate,
You are nature,
You are breath,
You are peace.
The pond before you is completely still now,
And so are you,
Not frozen,
Just effortless.
Held in deep ease.
A soft fog begins to gather at the edges of the garden,
Not heavy,
Just enough to signal that it's time.
Time to leave thinking behind,
To rest completely.
You lie down on the soft moss beside the pond,
The stars shift slowly above you,
Your breath becomes slower,
Quieter,
As if even it has begun to fall asleep.
There is no more story to follow,
No more words to hear,
Just the breath,
Just the quiet,
Just the deep still lake of your inner self.
Sleep arrives gently,
And you let it take you.
Good night.
