Welcome to Moonlit Waters.
Tonight we drift on gentle currents carried by the breath of the earth itself.
Allow your body to settle completely into softness.
Let your breath become liquid,
Flowing effortlessly.
Imagine inhaling the cool night air.
Exhale any trace of the day.
You're held perfectly by water and starlight.
I invite you to feel silvery water lapping at your feet,
Rising slowly,
Warm and welcoming.
This gentle tide moves up your ankles,
Calves,
Knees,
Softening every muscle it touches,
Inviting relaxation.
Water flows across your hips,
Belly,
Chest,
Again relaxing everything it touches.
Your muscles give away.
Calm relaxation.
Each breath now rising and falling like waves.
Gentle ebb and flow.
You feel the water on your arms,
Gentle,
Calming.
Shoulders and neck.
It's soothing and comforting.
Imagine floating effortlessly on this water.
You're floating effortlessly,
Weightless,
Supported,
Perfectly still amidst the gentle motion.
It's relaxing and floating,
Soothing your muscles,
Letting go of anything that doesn't serve you.
Now I invite you to find yourself standing at the edge of a glassy lake.
You've floated to shore,
Perfectly still under a full moon.
A small wooden boat awaits,
Tied to a silver post.
Its single lantern sways gently,
Casting golden ripples across the water.
You step in.
The boat rocks softly,
Glides forward on its own.
Sitting there with the pals resting across your lap,
No need to use them.
Moonlight paints the water silver.
Fireflies dance above like living stars.
The air smells of water lily and night jasmine,
Taking it all in.
The soothing effect of the water.
And in the distance,
Mountains rise,
Dark against the sky.
The reflection in the lake creates perfect symmetry,
Earth and heaven.
Centered in the lake,
A single willow tree grows there,
Branches trailing in the water.
As you near,
You see the tree trunk close faintly,
Golden light pulsing like a heartbeat,
Rhythmically inviting.
The boat gently nudges the shore.
You step onto the soft moss and warm underfoot.
The lantern from your boat now rests in your hand.
You walk toward the tree,
Each top part's glowing mist that rises from the ground.
Beneath the willow,
A natural stone basin waits,
Filled with water that glows like liquid starlight.
You nail and trail your fingers through it.
The water responds,
Rippling outward in perfect circles.
Observing it,
The movement of the water.
A soft voice rises from the tree itself.
This is the lake of stillness.
Drink and let all cares dissolve.
You cup your hands and drink.
The water tastes like clean air after rain,
Cool,
Sweet,
Endless.
Warmth spreads through your chest,
Arms,
Fingertips,
Down to your toes.
Every cell softens.
You lean back against the tree trunk.
Its bark perfectly supporting you.
Willow branches sway above like a canopy,
Gently swaying.
The lantern in your hand dims,
Its golden glow blending with the tree's heartbeat light.
Water laps gently at the shore,
Deeply,
Completely.
