Breath slowly,
Deeply,
Breath with your mind.
To do this,
Don't breath in air,
But the silent space between two thoughts.
That place,
Suspended in time,
Where nothing is set in stone,
Where the only thing to do is to be present,
Attentive,
Curious.
Now imagine,
Somewhere inside you,
There is a child,
A child who has just discovered that clouds taste like warm cinnamon-kissed toast.
They stick their tongue out to the sky just to see,
And suddenly they laugh,
Not at a joke,
But at a truth,
An instant of pure,
Soaring joy.
The world is light,
And so are they,
For no reason at all.
Can you feel it,
Deep inside,
That little warmth,
That tiny movement?
It's the birth of a laugh,
A laugh that isn't a burst,
But a bubble rising untouched from the belly.
Let it travel.
It brushes against your ribs like a mischievous breeze.
It dances over your lungs like a playful feather.
It tickles your throat,
Until your lips,
Without even meaning to,
Part into a soft curve,
Like a long-lost,
Half-forgotten secret,
Precious and unspoken,
Resurfacing at last.
Observe this smile.
It belongs to no one.
It belongs to everyone.
It's the laughter of a leaf hesitating between falling and flying,
Of a dog dreaming and twitching in its sleep,
Of a misspelled word in a hurried message,
Or of a sock clinging to the backpack of someone who left in a rush.
Go on,
Don't laugh,
But it's happened to me before.
Nothing to achieve,
Nothing to figure out.
It's just a moment where life remembers it likes to play,
Where laughter is the best teacher,
The best seducer and the best healer.
And if your mind whispers,
Why are you laughing?
Answer it gently,
Because when I laugh,
You lose your seriousness and I find my space.
Call forth the sound of your own laughter.
Forget conventions,
Politeness,
Forget your ego for a moment.
Set free and chuckle,
A giggle or a full burst.
Right now with me.
Let your laughter stretch like a cat basking in the sun.
Whether it's brief or shy,
Whether it tumbles out in waves,
Whether it's quicks,
Cracks,
Erupts or trottles,
It doesn't matter.
Each of its vibrations is a knowing wink from the universe.
And then,
When it drifts away,
Just as it arrived,
Stay here,
In the afterglow,
Where lightness leaves a golden dust upon your eyelids.
The world hasn't changed,
But you have a little less serious,
A little more alive.
Open your eyes,
Take this with you.
Laughter is not a reward,
It's a flutter of wings,
Freely given.
A reminder that even stones dream of becoming clouds.
Clouds,
Of course,
That taste like warm,
Cinnamon-kissed toast from childhood mornings.
See you next time.
