Welcome back.
Whenever you're ready,
Let your eyes softly close.
There's nothing you need to enter.
The moment is already here,
Ready for your attention.
There's no need to become aware.
You already are.
Just arrive,
Exactly as you are.
Allow attention to gently turn to the breath.
Feel how the body is being breathed,
Quietly,
Without effort.
This breath is like a lullaby from life itself,
Reminding you that everything is already unfolding just as it needs to.
Let the sense of you begin to soften.
This isn't about becoming better or achieving anything.
It's about relaxing into the vast,
Open space of awareness that's always here.
Let yourself be the openness in which everything exists.
And now,
The garden reappears,
Not in time or space,
But as part of the shimmering now.
You walk the familiar soft,
Dirt path,
Not as a separate self walking,
But as if the path and the walker are the same movement.
There is warm earth beneath your feet,
The scent of green things growing.
You are part of it,
Held by it,
Not apart from anything.
As you wander into the garden,
You begin to notice.
Some seeds have sprouted,
Tiny green shoots reaching up from the ground with delicate determination.
There are flowers opening too,
Vibrant and tender,
Some in unexpected colors,
Bright fuchsia,
Gold,
Indigo.
There are plants that are still just budding,
And there are others quietly waiting,
Unseen beneath the surface.
You also notice bare patches,
Spaces of soil where nothing seems to be growing just yet.
Maybe these spaces will stay empty.
In this moment,
You can't know,
And there is no need to.
What if there is no judgment of this garden?
What if liking or disliking arises?
And what if that is simply a passing feeling?
Nothing is better or worse here.
Everything is simply what it is.
You reach toward a flower,
Perhaps a cheerful daisy or an orange marigold.
There is no separation between you and it.
Touching happens,
Seeing happens,
Without a separate you behind it.
There is only this beautiful,
Radiant moment,
Unfolding perfectly.
Let whatever is here,
Be here.
A sense of peace,
A quiet joy,
A longing,
Even confusion or restlessness if it's present.
Let it be part of this garden too.
What if this garden was never something you created?
What if it is simply what unfolded in the infinite possibilities within the stillness of the present?
Rest now in this stillness for a few moments.
If questions arise,
What now?
What does this mean?
Let them float on the passing breeze.
The garden may answer in silence or in a knowing that words can't hold.
Either way,
Listen carefully right now.
There is no effort needed to keep this garden alive.
You are not tending it.
It is tending itself.
It grows,
Fades,
Returns,
All within the loving space of this moment.
What if you are not the gardener?
What if you are the earth,
The sunlight,
The flowers,
The very space that allows all things to grow,
Flourish,
And decay?
What if you are the witnessing of this ever-changing phenomenon that is the cycle of life itself?
Now,
Allow the image of the garden to gently fade,
Or stay.
It's all welcome.
Attend to your breath once again.
Stay in this space of presence for a few moments longer.
Let the sounds of your physical environment come back into your awareness.
Allow the body's felt sensations to gently return,
Welcoming you back to where you never left.
And whenever it's time,
Blink open your eyes.
I'll leave you now with this inquiry until next time.
What if what you truly are has never been separate from the whole of what is?
You're invited to join me for our final session to harvest what has been sown.
Until then,
I'm Angie Goen.
Remember,
Awakening can only ever happen right now.
Peace and love to you.
