Welcome,
Dear souls,
To the voice beneath silence.
You step through a carved doorway lit by floating candles.
Inside,
Everything shimmers with stillness,
The kind that listens.
Columns of pearl rise around you,
Wrapped in vines of silver light.
You can smell the scent of sandalwood and star anise swirling gently through the ear.
At the centre of the temple stands a pool of tea,
Steaming softly,
Golden as dawn.
You kneel before it,
Feeling the warmth rise into your chest.
A whisper reaches you,
Not from outside,
But from deep within.
You are never without guidance.
You are part of a great remembering.
You breathe in,
And the temple breathes with you.
For a moment,
The air itself seems alive,
Soft forms of light drifting close,
Luminous beings offering peace.
And you realise they have always been near,
Speaking in sensations,
Intuitions,
The quiet nudges of the heart.
And as you cup your hands around your tea,
The whisper grows tender.
Drink,
And remember that silence itself is love speaking.
And you listen,
And the universe answers.
Now lift your cups slowly,
Let the steam rise to meet your face,
Like breath from the temple itself.
And with your first sip,
Open your senses,
Feel the calm between sounds.
And the second sip brings warmth to your heart,
Connection awakening.
Sip again,
And sense the quiet voices of intuition guiding you softly.
And another sip,
Release what blocks your hearing,
Your inner noise,
Your old fears.
And your final sip,
Receive.
The temple within you hums with harmony and trust.
Now set your cup down gently,
As though sealing a vow.
The air around you feels different now,
Lighter,
Luminous,
And aware.
And whispers weave through your heart and ear.
I listen deep,
The light is there.
In silence true,
All paths align.
I walk with wisdom,
Love divine.
May your heart be soft,
Your spirit steady,
And your path whispered in peace.
Namaste.
