Close your eyes gently and allow your body to settle.
Take a slow,
Deep breath in,
Then exhale softly,
Letting go of the whole day.
Let your shoulders drop,
Let your belly soften,
Let your jaw loosen.
You are held quietly by the stillness.
Now imagine a wide,
Open sky above you,
Painted in soft pastels,
With clouds scattered like pillows.
The air is still,
The world has hushed,
And you are standing on a quiet hilltop,
Looking out at this great sky,
Feeling ready to rise.
With every breath in,
You feel lighter,
And with every breath out,
You release a little bit more,
More tension,
Worries,
Any leftover pieces of the day.
Inhale and feel your feet lift slightly from the ground.
Exhale,
And feel yourself rising higher into the sky,
As if your body is made of feathers.
There is no effort.
You are simply being lifted,
Carried gently upward by something unseen and kind.
The clouds swirl around you,
Soft and light,
Welcoming you into their quiet world.
Each one you pass through holds a thought,
A memory,
A burden,
But as you rise,
They dissolve,
They are left behind.
The higher you float,
The quieter it becomes,
The weight of the day has thinned,
And all that noise has grown faint,
And you,
You feel free,
Free from thinking,
From doing,
From becoming.
Up here,
There is only being.
As you pass beyond the last layer of clouds,
A soft light greets you,
Golden and infinite.
It doesn't shine from the sky,
It radiates from everywhere at once.
This is the space beyond thought,
Beyond effort,
A realm of gentle knowing.
And here,
In this place,
You float,
Weightless,
Timeless,
Resting in the arms of calm.
Let yourself be softened by the quiet hum of peace.
Let yourself be held by the openness of the sky.
You have risen beyond the clouds,
Above the clutter,
Beyond the fear,
Into the great silence.
Namaste.
Beautiful.
