There is a hum to the night air,
Soft and full,
The breath of summer easing across your skin.
It carries no urgency,
Only warmth,
Only freedom,
Only the slow exhale of a whirl at ease.
This season invites you to soften,
To step out of the pace of comfort and let yourself sway.
Sway with the rhythm of something ancient,
Something generous,
Something unforced.
Let your body be still.
Let your breath be gentle.
Feel the quiet pulse of summer moving through you,
The way trees lean into the breeze,
The way the grasses ripple,
The way nothing resists.
Take a slow breath in,
As if inhaling the summer sky.
Feel it warm you from the inside,
Filling your chest with light,
Opening the quiet spaces within.
Exhale,
And let something go.
Let the rush,
The pressure,
The thoughts,
Fall away like petals,
Unneeded now.
Breathe again,
This time a bit slower.
Feel the breath as a breeze,
Moving through you,
Loosening the tightness,
Brushing away the worry.
Allow your limbs to grow heavy,
As though they too are leaning into the soft,
Suave trees.
You are being rocked by the rhythm of nature,
Held in a lullaby woven by air and light.
There is nothing to hold here,
No story to finish,
No problem to solve.
Only the motion of breeze through the leaves,
Of breath through the lungs,
Of summer through the skin.
You are resting now,
In the arms of the season,
Where everything expands without effort and moves without force.
Feel the wind move through your thoughts,
Clearing the cluttered spaces gently.
One breeze,
One breath at a time.
Feel it move across your shoulders,
Through your chest,
And over your belly.
Feel your entire body soften,
As the warm current of the night carries you deeper into ease.
Summer doesn't ask,
It simply gives,
And so you receive.
You receive this rest,
This flow,
This beautiful permission to release.
Let your breath become the breeze now,
Soft and rhythmic,
As you lie under the open sky of your own inner world.
You are not outside of the season.
You are a part of it,
Woven into its rhythm.
And like the gentle winds of evening,
You are free to move without destination,
Free to drift,
To dissolve into this moment,
To let go completely.
Feel the final hush,
The peace that comes when nothing is pushed,
And everything simply moves.
You are flowing now,
With the summer,
With the night,
With the quiet.
Sleep comes like the breeze,
Without effort,
Without needing to be called,
And you are already on your way.
Namaste,
Beautiful.
