Settle yourself into bed,
Beautiful,
And find that cozy position,
The one that lets your body release the day.
Take a long,
Slow breath in,
And then exhale it fully,
Feeling your body melt a little deeper into the softness beneath you.
Lower your shoulders,
Soften your face,
Let your back and your belly release.
Feel your arms and legs get heavy,
And feel your whole body melt.
Notice the rhythm of your breath now,
A gentle tide moving in and out,
Guiding you toward Now,
See if you can imagine a door appearing before you,
A tall,
Ancient door with carvings etched into its wood,
And a golden handle that seems to glow.
As you slowly open the door,
You step inside to find yourself standing in a beautiful library.
The ceilings are high,
With lanterns casting a soft amber light.
The air smells faintly of cedar and parchment.
Towering bookshelves surround you.
There are rows lined with books of every size and color.
Some glow faintly,
As if lit from within.
You walk slowly,
Letting your fingers trail across the spines,
Until one book seems to call to you.
You take it down carefully,
And as you open the cover,
The words shimmer and lift from the page,
Like tiny golden fireflies floating gently into the air.
These are your dreams.
Each word,
Each glowing letter,
A piece of the beauty within you,
Ready to unfold.
You close your eyes and the words swirl around you,
Softly wrapping you in peace,
In wonder,
In possibility.
Another book catches your eye now.
This one is a deep midnight blue.
You open it slowly,
And inside are pages filled with calm,
Moments when your mind is still,
When rest flows freely.
As you read,
You can feel that calm seep into you now,
Relaxing your chest,
Quieting your thoughts.
You continue to wander through the secret library of dreams,
Discovering books that hold your hopes,
Your joys,
Your forgotten wishes.
Each one whispers to you softly,
Simply reminding you that all of it lives inside of you,
Waiting for its moment to rise and shine.
When you're ready,
You place the books back onto their shelves,
Knowing they will keep their magic safe for you.
You return to the center of the library,
Where a velvet chair awaits,
And you sink into its softness,
And feel your eyes grow heavy as the library begins to fade into your dreams.
Namaste.
Beautiful.
