The wave of gold,
The wave of green that flooded the earth's surface in the spring.
That is followed at the height of summer by a wave of gold.
The wave of gold that is pulled along by the chariot of the sun.
That is drawn by the earth snowing at this very high point of the summer's heat.
That this season will end.
And that within the ending that is to come,
The drawing to a close of the cycle.
Beyond that is a beginning that must be prepared for.
So with your mind's eye,
You follow the wave of gold over the landscape.
And then swoop down towards it with the wings of the birds who are also preparing for an ending.
And in the summer's heat,
You find yourself in a field of flowers.
And as you find yourself there,
You find that you are the field of flowers.
Your body is a single tall sunflower among many,
Many others.
And at this moment,
You find that you are your tallest,
Biggest,
Brightest self.
Your face is full and wide and open to the heat of the sun that has drawn you upwards and fed you all summer long.
And the length of this summer is shown in the height of your tall,
Single limb.
In the glamorous stretch of your yellow golden petals.
Let yourself bask in that moment of grace.
In the glory of being stretched out and up as far as you can be.
And in that moment.
In that moment where you bask in your own glory and in gratitude for the rays of the sun.
And now is the moment that the downward turn begins.
Now at the very height of beauty and life.
Now at the very height of beauty and life.
It's also the moment that we begin to turn inwards.
When we have all that we have.
When we have all that we will ever need.
When we are all that we will ever become.
It's also the moment we start to draw ourselves back in.
Start to say goodbye to the life of this cycle.
Start to draw ourselves towards a central point.
A place where we can begin to create seeds for the next cycle.
So for a moment you let yourself rest in that knowing.
In the knowing of your own gloriousness.
And in the knowing that there is a future to prepare for.
Even if we don't yet know what it is.
And as that knowing sinks in to the being that you are.
Let yourself feel the downward pull.
Pull of the winter part of the cycle.
Even as the sun beats down.
Feel how your petals,
Your leaves,
Your stems will let go of the pull of life.
The moisture that held them up will drop away,
Evaporate.
The colour will fade from the petals.
From the leaves,
From the stems.
And be replaced by a papery gold.
You and all of the stems around you will become ghosts of themselves.
Not enough to fly away,
To fall,
To drop.
The winter turns to spirit.
And as the outer shell withers and fades.
The presence of the plant,
Of your plant,
Draws deeper and deeper into the tiny seeds that stud the wide open sunflower face.
Each one containing a kernel of new life within its hardening shell.
Each one a gift to an unknown future.
Each one an expression of generosity and faith.
Each one a world of unknown possibility in itself.
Let a feeling of lightness descend upon you.
Let the body of this plant,
Of all the plants around,
Begin to give themselves up to the heat of the sun,
To the pull of the earth.
And in this moment of letting go,
Feel also the weight of your own wealth.
The weight of the secret hidden wealth within the seeds that you carry.
