You step into a quiet night meadow,
Barefoot on cool grass.
Above,
The heavens stretch wide,
Jeweled and endless.
The air is crisp,
And each breath filled with mystery and calm.
A soft wind stirs,
Carrying whispers from the stars.
They do not speak in words,
But in shimmering feelings.
Reminders that you are made of the same dust that glows above you.
Every heartbeat mirrors their rhythm.
Every thought,
A spark of light in the vastness.
You sit beside a pool that reflects the cosmos perfectly.
When you gaze into it,
The stars seem to float toward you,
Merging with your reflection,
Until you realize you are the reflection.
You are the night sky seeing itself.
The star fairies drift like tiny comets,
Weaving silver threads through your aura.
And one pauses above your tea,
Leaving a trail of light that mounts into its surface.
The steam shimmers.
And in that glow,
You feel peace,
Vast enough to hold every dream,
Every sorrow,
And every hope.
As though cradling a piece of the night sky,
Watch the steam rise.
Galaxies of vapor spiraling upward,
Carrying your breath to the stars.
And with your first sip,
Imagine a gentle light entering you,
Subtle,
Steady.
With a second,
Let your mind quiet.
Thoughts drift away like distant constellations.
Third sip,
Breathe in deeply.
Feel expansion in your chest,
As if the stars themselves are shining through your ribs.
With the fourth,
Sense your inner light responding,
Soft,
Radiant,
Connected.
Now the Milky Way flowing through your being.
Set your cup down with reverence.
Sit for a moment in the glow that lingers more often.
Let your silver calm begin.
I shine.
I breathe.
I softly gleam.
I am light.
