Welcome to this guided meditation,
Roses of Devotion.
You are the song singing through your world,
It really is so beautiful to be you.
So here,
You are invited to pour love into yourself,
No matter what.
Just settling in now,
You can sit or lie down,
Finding a comfortable position for you today.
And let your breath be soft and natural in and out of your nose,
And you can close your eyes as we journey within,
As we wander into the expanse of pure love.
Here,
We welcome love to arise,
To be made visible,
To be experienced,
As we gently begin to sense it was all already there,
It's always there.
This presence,
This love you are.
Just play with feeling,
How effortlessly you can sense into this love,
No effort,
Nothing to conjure up through you or call towards you,
This love,
This pure presence,
Is always silent and there for you.
As natural as your gentle breath,
As natural as just being,
It's always present,
It is you.
There is no separation between you and this love,
How can there be,
When it is you?
Any sense of separation or disconnection from this love is an illusion,
Because you notice simply by wandering into the depths,
The expanse of your awareness,
This peace,
This love is always there,
Woven through everything,
Inescapable in its consistency,
Endless support.
This endless,
Silent,
Loving presence,
Who and what you really are,
Beyond the noise and distractions and stories,
This essence of you is eternal.
Sensing into your heart space now,
And just resting there,
Dropping awareness from the mind into this space,
And just noticing whatever you sense here,
And now with such a gentle,
Delicate intention,
You sense this pure love pouring into your heart,
You melting into you,
And how vast you really are.
There is no border or no end to this sense of this loving presence,
It is endless,
Shimmering,
Black,
You sense it pouring through you,
A field of flowing energy,
Enhancing it,
This playful,
Sweet love,
It flows in and circles around again,
Building upon itself,
Experiencing the infinity of itself,
You can let yourself enjoy this love,
Notice any colours or textures you sense,
All a part of you,
All these beautiful aspects of you,
This unique expression that you are,
How wonderful to be you,
Just you,
And you allow this loving energy,
This true essence,
To pour through you,
Decorating you,
Revealing itself to you,
And now you sense this presence,
This light,
At the crown of your head,
Here appearing like a jug of liquid light,
Golden light,
Pouring through you and all around you,
This cleansing,
Calming,
Love without reason,
Beyond reason,
No need for explanation or justification,
It just is,
Always here for you,
For it is you,
And you notice even the word love does not fully explain or express what this essence is,
So you just feel into this experience,
Sensing a silent communication that's just for you,
As you sense this light like a waterfall flowing through you and all around you,
Melting seeming barriers,
And you just gently breathe,
The mind settles,
As the heart leads,
As soft surrender leads,
And this invisible endless peace running through all,
It weaves its magic through you,
It was always here,
Like a hidden miracle,
And you just see it now,
You just sense it now,
Sensing now into the frequency of white roses and the essence of pink roses,
And these energies appearing through your aura,
With sweet grounding,
Clarity,
This love and softness and support,
Singing and vibrating through you,
With gentle awareness,
And these roses shine through your essence,
The embrace of rest,
Nourishment,
Safety,
Sweet glowing love,
Sweet flowing love,
And you can let this love happen,
For it's always already happening,
All the time,
You are just noticing it,
Quietening and noticing it,
And let yourself enjoy this experience,
Just for the sake of enjoyment,
Just because,
This pleasure for the sake of pleasure,
This play for the sake of play,
This stirring of knowing,
Of being you,
Of being in this experience,
Beyond all stories of you,
This essence of you,
Shines true,
And it shines more brightly now.
Rest in this experience now.
