Slow yourself down and bring yourself inside.
Follow the rhythm of your breath.
Let your eyes close and your body soften.
Breathe in and out,
Slowing you down and bringing you right here.
Now,
Imagine that you notice a glow in the distance.
Tiny pinpricks of light,
Like sparks floating in the air.
They drift closer.
Dozens of fireflies.
Their golden light blinking softly,
Like stars that have come to dance beside you.
The fireflies circle slowly,
Weaving around you in a gentle pattern.
Some drift close,
Illuminating your hands and face,
And others twinkle farther away,
Painting the night in shimmering dots of light.
It feels magical and comforting.
One firefly hovers close,
Then rises higher,
Inviting you to follow.
With ease,
You find yourself lifting and floating gently into the air.
The fireflies surround you now,
Forming a glowing path and guiding your dreamy flight.
The ground falls away beneath you,
And you rise above the trees,
Where the air is cool and light.
The fireflies weave in front of you,
Drawing golden ribbons across the sky.
Their light flickers softly,
Like a lullaby for your eyes.
Each glow brings calm,
And each shimmer carries peace.
You drift higher still,
And the stars open wide above you.
You feel the vastness of the night,
Endless and infinite,
Yet soft and safe.
The fireflies guide you onward,
Their light twinkling like gentle heartbeat pulses,
Steady and reassuring,
Reminding you that you are never alone.
Below you,
A quiet meadow appears,
And the fireflies gently lower you towards it.
Tall grass sways in the breeze here,
And flowers glow faintly in the moonlight.
They all hover around,
Filling the meadow with thousands of tiny sparks.
It feels like standing in a galaxy of light.
Everywhere you look,
Glittering stars surround you.
The fireflies swirl above your head,
And then slow,
Forming a circle of light around you.
You step into the center,
Feeling the peace of their glow.
Your worries soften,
And your thoughts dissolve.
Your heart grows lighter,
As if the fireflies carry every piece of heaviness away.
Their light grows softer now,
Like candles flickering low.
The meadow grows quiet,
The air is still,
And you feel sleep pull you deeper.
Namaste,
Beautiful.