Allow yourself to settle.
And let yourself drift away.
Just for now.
There is nothing to do.
Which is dread.
To the sound and the tone of my voice.
And you can close your eyes.
Inhale peace.
Exhale release.
Feel a warm wave of relaxation.
Beginning to pour gently over you.
Like sunlight.
Filtering through clouds Soft and golden.
And this energy can begin at the top of your head.
Showering down slowly.
Relaxing your forehead.
Softening your jaw.
Letting go.
For anything that you need to let go of.
This golden light.
Flows down the shoulders.
Loosening.
Relaxing.
With every breath.
And as you continue to sing.
Relaxing as you do.
Floating down.
Into a play.
Between waking and dreaming.
Between thought and stillness.
Or your mind becomes clear.
Open.
And free.
Now in your mind's eye.
You find yourself standing.
Before a beautiful garden gate.
And as you reach out.
It swings open for you.
You can step through.
And there you are.
Within your inner garden.
The place where your thoughts grow.
All around the plant.
Flower.
Some while.
Some delicate.
And some strong.
This is the landscape.
Of your inner world.
Your beliefs.
Right there.
Your inner voice.
Maybe some parts are thriving.
Lush and green.
And maybe other parts.
Are tired or overgrown.
And that's okay.
You are here to tend,
Not judge.
As you walk.
Along the garden path.
The soil is warm beneath you.
And in your hand and you now carry a small basket.
And inside.
A collection of C.
These are seeds of positive thoughts.
And each one holds a truth you already know.
And with every seed you plant.
You can say silently.
I choose thoughts that nourish me.
I choose thoughts that nourish me.
I choose thoughts that nourish me.
I am worthy of joy and hope.
I am worthy of joy and hope.
I allow positive energy to grow within me.
And as you plough.
The seeds begin to sprout.
Immediately.
Joyfully.
Becoming golden flowers that sway gently in the breeze.
Your thoughts are blooming.
Your mind is changing.
And you are becoming who you already are.
And now rest in this blooming garden.
The air is rich.
With possibility.
Every inhale.
Brings you more into it.
Allow these words to drift through you.
Like petals in the wind.
And allowing these positive words to echo.
There is no Ra.
No pressure.
Only a soft unfolding new perspective.
And it's almost time to return.
But the garden you've grown here now comes with you.
These seeds,
These blooms.
Each time you breathe,
You water them.
Each time you smile,
They open more and more.
Begin to bring yourself back.
Slowly and gently.
Like the sun rising at the edge of the sky.
Open your eyes.
Allowing the light to return.
You are calm,
You are capable,
You are blooming.
