Rest

You have a rhythm that challenges the perception that urgency is key and productivity is needed... The body's need for rest and sleep ~ in the conviction of life ~ to all beauty and love. This is a practice to inspire a nap, or at bedtime, to consciously invoke deep sleep.

Please note: do not listen to this track while driving or operating heavy machinery.

Namaste and love to you!

Transcript

For this meditation. I encourage you to sit or lie where It's easy. To allow your body to deeply relax. Allow the deeper breaths. To be the path. The flow from one moment into the next. The comfort that lives here. The knowing that Time and space is but one trajectory. You are. Allowing. Rest. You have a rhythm. The rhythm that challenges the perception that urgency is key. And productivity is needed. The nomad of tenderness. The Risen Forever. The oneness I feel that exists of me. The body's need for rest and sleep. In the conviction of life. To all beauty and love. I engage the senses. I invite the path of the sacred. Rest is that worldly experience. It is for me the light of my wonder and love towards more. The body's presence to live whole, Measured by the certainty of what is known and desired. For rest is the comfort. And the serenity. Of my soul, Filled with all tenderness. And love. In the dream life I live now. The blessings of my heart. Build the endless discovery. Of what more I call forth. The openness to all conviction. To all love. And the careful woven grace that finds me. In all ways I am choosing. Endless grace and the soul's deliverance unto me. My timely condition. And the world at rest. The World of Blessing. The distant calling. To all wonder. Both of me. And lived in the fellowship. Of gentle love. For my life is the sacred authority of deep remembering. Of light. Of careful sunderance. Towards what is next. What is more? What is the endless condition deep within and beyond? Rest. Is the tender condition of love's grace. In the clear and distinct knowing I AM. I shall be Rest brings me forth. First in the tender remembering of my spiritual life. The rest I keep. The rest to enter. The breath that leads me forth. Namaste.