Settle into a position where your body can soften without collapsing.
Let the spine rise gently like a wick waiting for flame.
When you're ready,
Close your eyes.
Take a slow breath in through the nose and exhale through the mouth as if releasing a long-held secret.
Again.
Inhale.
Receiving.
Exhale.
Unburdening.
Let the breath return to its natural rhythm.
Now bring your awareness to the center of your chest.
Not the surface,
But deeper.
Behind the ribs.
Behind the story.
There is warmth here.
You don't need to make it happen.
You don't need to explain it.
Just notice.
A glow.
A hum.
A low living fire.
This warmth carries feeling.
Desire.
Longing without an object.
Notice how it lives in your body.
Perhaps it spreads through the chest,
The belly,
The throat.
Perhaps it pulses.
Perhaps it simply is.
Let it be exactly as it is.
No fixing.
No naming.
You are not here to put the fire out.
You are here to hold it well.
Imagine now that this warmth is a sacred furnace.
Ancient.
Intelligent.
Devoted to creation.
It does not ask who this desire is for.
It asks only,
What shall we make?
As you inhale,
Gently draw the warmth upward from the belly to the heart.
To the throat.
And behind the eyes.
Not forcing.
Inviting.
Feel it gather there.
Luminous.
Alive.
Attentive.
This is the place of shaping,
Where energy becomes image,
Where feeling becomes form.
Now allow the warmth to deepen.
Not hotter,
Just richer,
More dimensional.
This is sensual energy,
But it answers to you.
Notice how it lives inside your skin.
How it curves along the ribs.
How it coils softly in the belly.
There is pleasure here.
Quiet.
Self-contained.
This energy does not spill outward.
It circulates.
Imagine it moving in a slow,
Elegant loop.
Belly.
Heart.
Inner vision.
And back again.
A closed circuit.
A sacred containment.
Nothing is seeking release.
Nothing is reaching for someone else.
This warmth belongs to your inner world.
Feel the power in that.
This is the kind of desire artists have known for centuries.
The kind that sharpens perception.
Slows time.
And makes creation inevitable.
You may notice a subtle sweetness now.
A quiet pleasure in simply holding this warmth.
Let yourself enjoy that.
Silently offer these words like a vow.
I am safe to hold this energy.
I do not need to act on it.
I allow it to become creative source.
Notice how the warmth responds.
Refining itself.
Becoming clearer.
More precise.
This is not longing that consumes you.
This is longing that creates through you.
You are not deprived.
You are charged.
Rest here for a few breaths.
Let the body learn this pathway.
Desire.
Presence.
Creation.
And now,
Gently allow the effort to dissolve.
The work is done.
The warmth knows where to go.
Imagine it settling into the center of your body.
Like embers banked for the night.
Not extinguished.
Preserved.
Your breath becomes slower now.
Your jaw softens.
Your shoulders release.
The belly loosens.
There is nothing to figure out.
Nothing to finish.
Creation will continue without your attention.
As the body drifts towards sleep,
Know this.
Your dreaming mind is fertile ground.
The warmth will speak there.
In images.
In sensations.
In quiet rearrangements.
You do not need to remember anything.
You do not need to catch it.
Silently let this truth settle in.
While I sleep,
Something beautiful is forming.
While I sleep,
Something beautiful is forming.
The fire remains.
The body rests.
The soul works quietly.
And you are carried now.
Deeper and deeper.
Into sleep.
