A Sleep Meditation So Deep, You’ll Question Reality Itself
by Shan C
Fall asleep to the ancient wisdom of Taoist philosopher Chuang Tzu, who once dreamt he was a butterfly — only to wake wondering if he was now a butterfly dreaming he was a man. This deeply soothing bedtime meditation and story begins on the peaceful shoreline, where gentle waves and soft sands lull you into a state of full-body relaxation. As your breath aligns with the ocean’s rhythm, your imagination will carry you into the mystical dream of Chuang Tzu — a tale that blurs the boundaries between self and soul, illusion and truth, dream and waking life.
Transcript
Welcome,
Dear traveler.
As you prepare to embark on tonight's journey,
A voyage into tranquility and boundless peace,
Let's take a moment to settle and prepare your body and mind for the adventure ahead.
Allow this time to be your bridge between the waking world and the serene landscapes of your imagination.
Find a comfortable position,
Either lying down or seated,
And let the surface beneath you fully support your body.
Feel the softness or firmness cradling you,
Inviting you to let go of tension.
Close your eyes,
If you haven't already,
And take a deep,
Soothing breath in.
Hold it gently for a moment,
And now slowly exhale,
Letting the day drift away.
Do this again,
Inhaling deeply,
Feeling the cool air filling your lungs,
And exhale fully,
Releasing any stress or worry.
Now,
With your body settling into relaxation,
Begin to imagine yourself standing on the soft sands of a quiet beach.
The air is warm,
Caressing your skin like a gentle embrace.
Above you,
The sky glows in soft shades of pink,
Orange,
And lavender,
The last light of the day melting into the horizon.
You feel the sand beneath your bare feet,
Warm and soft,
Shifting slightly as you take a slow step forward.
Listen closely as the rhythmic sound of waves gently rolling onto the shore fills the air,
Steady and soothing,
Like the heartbeat of the ocean itself.
The waves kiss the sand,
Retreating with a soft whisper before returning again.
The scent of salt water mingles with the faint aroma of tropical flowers carried on the breeze.
It's as if the ocean is welcoming you home.
As you walk slowly along the shore,
The tension in your body begins to dissolve.
With each step,
You feel lighter,
More at ease.
The golden glow of the settling sun reflects off the water's surface,
Creating shimmering patterns that dance and play as if the sea is alive with joy.
Find a spot where you feel drawn to pause.
Perhaps it's near the edge of the water,
Where the gentle waves can lap at your toes,
Or perhaps it's a little further back on the dry,
Warm sand.
Wherever you choose,
Settle in and feel the connection between your body and the earth.
You are grounded,
Safe,
And at peace.
As you sit,
Let your attention drift to the horizon,
Where the sky meets the sea.
The vastness of the ocean stretches before you,
Endless and eternal,
Reminding you of the infinite possibilities within yourself.
Breathe deeply,
Allowing the steady rhythm of the waves to guide your breath.
Inhale as the waves roll in,
Exhale as they retreat.
Feel the ocean's energy flowing through you,
Washing away any lingering tension,
Worry,
Or doubt.
With each breath,
You grow calmer,
More serene.
You are part of this beautiful,
Timeless rhythm,
Connected to the waves,
The sand,
And the sky.
Now,
Simply rest in this peaceful moment.
Let yourself sink fully into the comfort of the shoreline,
Knowing that this sanctuary is always here,
Waiting for you.
When you're ready to continue your journey,
Allow the gentle rhythm of the waves to carry you into the realms of relaxation and gentle dreams.
Zhuangzi's Butterfly Dream A Meditation on Reality Chapter One The Unraveling Dream The tranquil village at the foot of the mountains had always been Zhuangzi's sanctuary.
Nestled in nature's embrace,
The world seemed to slow its pace here.
As the sun dipped behind the mountains,
The sky took on a deep purple hue,
Its orange streaks reflecting the last rays of the day.
Birds flitted from tree to tree,
Calling out their final melodies before night took hold.
Zhuangzi had chosen his favorite spot right under the shade of an ancient gnarled tree,
Its roots digging deep into the earth,
And its branches stretching wide as if in a perpetual embrace of the sky.
The philosopher's eyelids felt heavy,
Weighed down by the countless thoughts that had occupied him throughout the day.
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead,
Lulling him into a sense of serenity.
The distant sound of a brook,
The rhythmic croaking of frogs,
And the cooling touch of the evening air all conspired to send him into a peaceful nap.
In the realm of dreams,
The transition was as soft as a feather's touch.
Zhuangzi's senses were awakened anew.
And he felt lighter,
Freer than he had ever felt.
He found himself hovering over a bed of chrysanthemums,
The radiant colors a feast for his eyes.
He spread out his wings,
Delicate,
Iridescent,
Beautiful,
And took off,
Riding the currents of the wind.
The philosopher had become a butterfly.
The garden was a haven,
Every flower inviting him to partake of its sweet nectar.
Dipping from one bloom to the next,
Zhuangzi felt an exhilaration he had never known in his human form.
The sun cast its golden glow on him,
Warming his wings and fueling his flight.
The world,
Viewed from this vantage point,
Seemed anew.
He marveled at the dew on the petals,
The intricate patterns on leaves,
And the dance of other insects.
This was existence in its simplest form,
Unburdened by the weight of human contemplation.
But as he settled on a particularly enticing blossom,
A tug from deep within disturbed his newfound joy.
An echo of another life,
Another existence,
Something ancient.
Familiar.
Images of the village,
The old tree,
And faces of loved ones blurred his vision for a moment.
The sense of something left behind,
A mission unfulfilled,
Briefly overshadowed the euphoria of his butterfly life.
But the sensation was fleeting,
And he shook it off,
Reminding himself to remain present in this beautiful dream.
After all,
Dreams were meant to be lived fully,
Weren't they?
As he soared higher,
Chasing a particularly playful beam of sunlight,
He mused to himself in the heart of a dream who can tell what's real and what's imagined.
And with that,
He let go of any lingering thoughts of the world he once knew,
Surrendering fully to the allure of this new reality.
Chapter 2.
Awakenings A symphony of bird calls herald the birth of a new day,
Their notes piercing through the misty veil of dawn.
The world was painted in soft golden hues.
The first rays of sunlight kissing the earth with a lover's tenderness.
Zhuangzhu's eyes snapped open,
The remnants of the dream still playing in his mind's eye.
The sensation of the breeze beneath his wings,
The allure of blooming flowers,
The pure ecstasy of flight.
They all felt so tangible,
So real.
But as he tried to stretch out his imagined wings,
The reality of his human limbs left him disoriented.
His fingers grasped the cool earth,
And he felt the solidity of the ground beneath him.
But everything felt alien.
The village that had been his home for decades seemed like a distant land from another lifetime.
The faces of his friends,
His very own reflection in the nearby stream,
All seemed unfamiliar.
As the day progressed,
The weight of his dual existence bore heavily upon him.
Memories of his life as Zhuangzhu,
The philosopher,
Jostled for space with the vivid sensations of being a butterfly.
He could recall with clarity the conversations he had with his fellow villagers,
The wisdom he had shared with eager listeners under the ancient tree.
And yet,
The simple joys of sipping nectar or basking in the sun's embrace as a butterfly felt equally genuine.
Seeking solace and understanding,
Zhuangzhu sought out his closest friends,
Sharing with them the bewildering details of his dream.
Can a dream hold as much weight as our waking reality?
He questioned them.
While some laughed it off as just a flight of fancy,
Others pondered on the profound nature of his experience.
His dear friend Ming listened intently before saying,
Perhaps it's not about which life was real,
But about the richness of experience in each.
Maybe they are both different shades of the same reality.
Zhuangzhu,
However,
Felt torn.
The more he tried to ground himself in the familiarity of his human existence,
The more elusive it became.
And the more he yearned for the simplicity and beauty of the butterfly's world,
The more distant it seemed.
In the evening,
As the sun's golden orb began its descent,
He found himself atop a hill overlooking his village.
The houses,
The winding paths,
The children playing in the courtyards,
All were scenes he had witnessed countless times.
Yet today,
They felt like fragments of a mosaic,
Pieces of a puzzle that didn't quite fit together.
A soft voice behind him whispered,
We wear many masks throughout our lifetimes.
Some are given,
Some are chosen.
But beneath them all,
Who are we truly?
Turning around,
Zhuangzhu found no one.
The words,
However,
Lingered.
Wrapping around him like a comforting embrace.
They didn't provide answers,
But they did offer a new perspective.
Maybe it wasn't about choosing one reality over the other,
But about embracing the enigma of existence in all its forms.
The cloak of night descended upon the village,
Wrapping everything in its quiet embrace.
The stars overhead twinkled like a million diamonds,
Each one a beacon in the vast expanse of the universe.
The soft glow of the moon painted the world in silver,
Its light reflecting in the still waters of the pond where Zhuangzhu sat in contemplation.
The scent of blooming jasmine was carried by the gentle breeze,
Teasing his senses and taking him back to those fleeting moments as a butterfly.
The pond's mirror-like surface mirrored the cosmos.
The water ripples reminding him of the ever-changing,
Ever-flowing nature of existence.
In the silence of the night,
Zhuangzhu felt a profound connection to everything around him.
The whisper of the wind,
The chirping of the nocturnal creatures,
The rhythmic heartbeat echoing in his chest,
They were all different notes of the same cosmic song.
His mind revisited the perplexing duality he had experienced.
The man and the butterfly,
Two realities,
Two identities,
Yet both felt so real,
So true.
But as he gazed deep into the reflection of the universe in the pond,
An epiphany dawned upon him.
The distinction,
The separation,
It was all an illusion.
Whether as a butterfly tasting the sweet nectar of a flower or as a man pondering the mysteries of existence,
They were merely experiences of the same consciousness,
Manifestations of the same life force.
A smile played on Zhuangzhu's lips as he embraced the revelation.
It wasn't about choosing one over the other or seeking a clear demarcation between dream and reality.
It was about immersing oneself fully in the experience,
In the moment.
The universe,
In all its infinite wisdom,
Had offered him a unique perspective and instead of questions,
He now held gratitude in his heart.
The need for answers dissolved,
Replaced by a profound acceptance of the mystery that was life.
He whispered to himself,
Life is but a series of dreams.
Some we see with our eyes closed,
Some with eyes open.
All are real in the moment.
Lying back on the soft grass,
Zhuangzhu allowed himself to be enveloped by the vastness of the night.
Every star seemed to tell a story.
Every gust of wind carried tales from distant lands.
As he lay there,
Lost in his musings,
A delicate touch brought him back to the present.
Opening his eyes,
He found a butterfly,
Its wings shimmering in the moonlight,
Resting gently on his hand.
It seemed to gaze at him with an understanding that transcended words.
Zhuangzhu chuckled softly.
Ah,
My friend,
Which one of us dreams tonight?
The butterfly,
With a flap of its wings,
Took flight,
Leaving behind a trail of luminescence.
Closing his eyes,
Zhuangzhu felt a sense of completeness.
Whether he'd wake up as the philosopher or the butterfly,
It mattered not,
For he was ready to dive deep into another dream,
Another chapter of the grand story that was existence.
You are already enough.
You always were.
You've simply been asleep to your own brilliance.
And now,
You remember.
Beneath the noise,
There is stillness.
Beneath the mask,
There is stillness.
A shining face.
You are not the story you were given.
You are the light that holds the space.
You are not the roles you play,
Not the praise or the blame.
You are the breath between all moments,
The silence beneath every name.
You are the sky,
Not the weather,
The flame,
Not the smoke.
You are the wish before the whisper,
The dreamer who never broke.
You are the soft unfolding,
The dawn behind closed eyes.
You are the seed of endless stars,
Wrapped in a human guise.
So rest now,
Child of galaxies.
Let the false fall away.
You have journeyed through forgetting,
But forgetting was the way.
Each ache was a lantern.
Each sorrow,
A door.
They led you to this moment,
To remember what's been yours.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now,
You remember.
You are the tide returning,
The echo that knows the sound.
You are the root that drinks from stars,
The soul that can't be bound.
You are the dance of being,
The stillness and the spin,
The gate,
The key,
The path itself,
The treasure found within.
You are the quiet laughter that rises with no name,
The warmth that melts the winter,
The candle in the rain.
You are not here to earn it,
Not love,
Not peace,
Not grace.
You are the gift the world has waited for,
A light in time and space.
So sleep now in remembrance.
Let this truth be your guide.
You were never truly lost,
Just walking from inside.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now,
You remember.
You are already enough.
You always were.
You've simply been asleep to your own brilliance.
And now,
You remember.
Beneath the noise,
There is stillness.
Beneath the mask,
A shining face.
You are not the story you were given.
You are the light that holds the space.
You are not the roles you play,
Not the praise or the blame.
You are the breath between all moments,
The silence beneath every name.
You are the sky,
Not the weather,
The flame,
Not the smoke.
You are the wish before the whisper,
The dreamer who never broke.
You are the soft unfolding,
The dawn behind closed eyes.
You are the seed of endless stars wrapped in a human guise.
So rest now,
Child of galaxies.
Let the falls fall away.
You have journeyed through forgetting.
But forgetting was the way.
Each ache was a lantern Each sorrow a door.
They led you to this moment to remember what's been yours.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now,
You remember.
You are the tide returning.
The echo that knows the sound.
You are the root that drinks from stars.
The soul that can't be bound.
You are the dance of being.
The stillness and the spin.
The gate,
The key,
The path itself,
The treasure found within.
You are the quiet laughter that rises with no name.
The warmth that melts the winter.
The candle in the rain.
You are not here to earn it.
Not love,
Not peace,
Not grace.
You are the gift the world has waited for.
A light in time and space.
So sleep now in remembrance.
Let this truth be your guide.
You were never truly lost.
Just walking from inside.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now,
You remember.
You are already enough.
You always were.
You've simply been asleep to your own brilliance.
And now,
You remember.
Beneath the noise,
There is stillness.
Beneath the mask,
A shining face.
You are not the story you were given.
You are the light that holds the space.
You are not the roles you play.
Not the praise or the blame.
You are the breath between all moments.
The silence beneath every name.
You are the sky,
Not the weather.
The flame,
Not the smoke.
You are the wish before the whisper.
The dreamer who never broke.
You are the soft unfolding the dawn behind closed eyes.
You are the seed of endless stars wrapped in a human guise.
So rest now,
Child of galaxies.
Let the false fall away.
You have journeyed through forgetting.
But forgetting was the way.
Each ache was a lantern.
Each sorrow a door.
They led you to this moment.
To remember what's been yours.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
You are the tide returning.
The echo that knows the sound.
You are the root that drinks from stars.
The soul that can't be bound.
You are the dance of being.
The stillness and the spin.
The gate.
The key.
The path itself.
The treasure found within.
You are the quiet laughter that rises with no name.
The warmth that melts the winter.
The candle in the rain.
You are not here to earn it.
Not love.
Not peace.
Not grace.
You are the gift the world has waited for.
A light in time and space.
So sleep now in remembrance.
Let this truth be your guide.
You were never truly lost.
Just walking from inside.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
You are already enough.
You always were.
You've simply been asleep to your own brilliance.
And now you remember.
Beneath the noise there is stillness.
Beneath the mask a shining face.
You are not the story you were given.
You are the light that holds the space.
You are not the roles you play.
Not the praise or the blame.
You are the breath between all moments.
The silence beneath every name.
You are the sky not the weather.
The flame not the smoke.
You are the wish before the whisper.
The dreamer who never broke.
You are the soft unfolding the dawn behind closed eyes.
You are the seed of endless stars wrapped in a human guise.
So rest now child of galaxies.
Let the false fall away.
You have journeyed through forgetting.
But forgetting was the way.
Each ache was a lantern.
Each sorrow a door.
They led you to this moment.
To remember what's been yours.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
You are the tide returning.
The echo that knows the sound.
You are the root that drinks from stars.
The soul that can't be bound.
You are the dance of being.
The stillness and the spin.
The gate the key the path itself.
The treasure found within.
You are the quiet laughter that rises with no name.
The warmth that melts the winter.
The candle in the rain.
You are not here to earn it.
Not love not peace not grace.
You are the gift the world has waited for.
A light in time and space So sleep now in remembrance.
Let this truth be your guide.
You were never truly lost.
Just walking from inside.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
Beneath the noise there is stillness.
Beneath the mask a shining face.
You are not the story you were given.
You are the light that holds the space.
You are not the roles you play.
Not the praise or the blame.
You are the breath between all moments.
The silence beneath every name.
You are the sky not the weather.
The flame not the smoke.
You are the wish before the whisper.
The dreamer who never broke.
You are the soft unfolding.
The dawn behind closed eyes.
You are the seed of endless stars wrapped in a human guise.
So rest now child of galaxies.
Let the falls fall away.
You have journeyed through forgetting.
But forgetting was the way.
Each ache was a lantern.
Each sorrow a door.
They led you to this moment to remember what's been yours.
You are already enough.
You already always were.
And now you remember.
You are the tide returning.
The echo that knows the sound.
You are the root that drinks from stars.
The soul that can't be bound.
You are the dance of being.
The stillness and the spin.
The gate the key the path itself.
The treasure found within.
You are the quiet laughter that rises with no name.
The warmth that melts the winter.
The candle in the rain.
You are not here to earn it.
Not love.
Not peace.
Not grace.
You are the gift the world has waited for.
A light in time and space.
So sleep now in remembrance.
Let this truth be your guide.
You were never truly lost.
Just walking from inside.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
Beneath the noise there is stillness.
Beneath the mask a shining face.
You are not the story you were given.
You are the light that holds the space.
You are not the roles you play.
Not the praise or the blame.
You are the breath between all moments.
The silence beneath every name.
You are the sky not the weather.
The flame not the smoke.
You are the wish before the whisper.
The dreamer who never broke.
You are the soft unfolding.
The dawn behind closed eyes.
You are the seed of endless stars wrapped in a human guise.
So rest now child of galaxies.
Let the falls fall away.
You have journeyed through forgetting.
But forgetting was the way.
Each ache was a lantern.
Each sorrow a door.
They led you to this moment to remember what's been yours.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
You are the tide returning.
The echo that knows the sound.
You are the root that drinks from stars.
The soul that can't be bound.
You are the dance of being.
The stillness and the spin.
The gate the key the path itself.
The treasure found within.
You are the quiet laughter that rises with no name.
The warmth that melts the winter.
The candle in the rain.
You are not here to earn it.
Not love.
Not peace.
Not grace.
You are the gift the world has waited for.
A light in time and space.
So sleep now in remembrance.
Let this truth be your guide.
You were never truly lost.
Just walking from inside.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
Beneath the noise there is stillness.
Beneath the mask a shining face.
You are not the story you were given.
You are the light that holds the space.
You are not the roles you play.
Not the praise or the blame.
You are the breath between all moments.
The silence beneath every name.
You are the sky not the weather.
The flame not the smoke.
You are the wish before the whisper.
The dreamer who never broke.
You are the soft unfolding.
The dawn behind closed eyes.
You are the seed of endless stars wrapped in a human guise.
So rest now child of galaxies.
Let the falls fall away.
You have journeyed through forgetting.
But forgetting was the way.
Each ache was a lantern.
Each sorrow a door.
They led you to this moment to remember what's been yours.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
You are the tide returning.
The echo that knows the sound.
You are the root that drinks from stars.
The soul that can't be bound.
You are the dance of being.
The stillness and the spin.
The gate the key the path itself.
The treasure found within.
You are the quiet laughter that rises with no name.
The warmth that melts the winter.
The candle in the rain.
You are not here to earn it.
Not love not peace not grace.
You are the gift the world has waited for.
A light in time and space.
So sleep now in remembrance.
Let this truth be your guide.
You were never truly lost.
Just walking from inside.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
You are already enough.
You always were.
You've simply been asleep to your own brilliance.
And now you remember.
Beneath the noise there is stillness.
Beneath the mask a shining face.
You are not the story you were given.
You are the light that holds the space.
You are not the roles you play.
Not the praise or the blame.
You are the breath between all moments.
The silence beneath every name.
You are the sky not the weather.
The flame not the smoke.
You are the wish before the whisper.
The dreamer who never broke.
You are the soft unfolding.
The dawn behind closed eyes.
You are the seed of endless stars wrapped in a human guise.
So rest now child of galaxies.
Let the false fall away.
You have journeyed through forgetting.
But forgetting was the way.
Each ache was a lantern.
Each sorrow a door.
They led you to this moment to remember what's been yours.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
You are the tide returning.
The echo that knows the sound.
You are the root that drinks from stars.
The soul that can't be bound.
You are the dance of being.
The stillness and the spin.
The gate the key the path itself.
The treasure found within.
You are the quiet laughter that rises with no name.
The warmth that melts the winter.
The candle in the rain.
You are not here to earn it.
Not love.
Not peace.
Not grace.
You are the gift the world has waited for.
A light in time and space.
So sleep now in remembrance.
Let this truth be your guide.
You were never truly lost.
Just walking from inside.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
Beneath the noise there is stillness.
Beneath the mask a shining face.
You are not the story you were given.
You are the light that holds the space.
You are not the roles you play.
Not the praise or the blame.
You are the breath between all moments.
The silence beneath every name.
You are the sky not the weather.
The flame not the smoke.
You are the wish before the whisper.
The dreamer who never broke.
You are the soft unfolding.
The dawn behind closed eyes.
You are the seed of endless stars wrapped in a human guise.
So rest now child of galaxies.
Let the falls fall away.
You have journeyed through forgetting.
But forgetting was the way.
Each ache was a lantern.
Each sorrow a door.
They led you to this moment to remember what's been yours.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
You are the tide returning.
The echo that knows the sound.
You are the root that drinks from stars.
The soul that can't be bound.
You are the dance of being.
The stillness and the spin.
The gate the key the path itself.
The treasure found within.
You are the quiet laughter that rises with no name.
The warmth that melts the winter.
The candle in the rain.
You are not here to earn it.
Not love not peace not grace.
You are the gift the world has waited for.
A light in time and space.
So sleep now in remembrance.
Let this truth be your guide.
You were never truly lost.
Just walking from inside.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
Beneath the noise there is stillness.
Beneath the mask a shining face.
You are not the story you were given.
You are the light that holds the space.
You are not the roles you play.
Not the praise or the blame.
You are the breath between all moments.
The silence beneath every name.
You are the sky not the weather.
The flame not the smoke.
You are the wish before the whisper.
The dreamer who never broke.
You are the soft unfolding.
The dawn behind closed eyes.
You are the seed of endless stars wrapped in a human guise.
So rest now child of galaxies.
Let the false fall away.
You have journeyed through forgetting.
But forgetting was the way.
Each ache was a lantern.
Each sorrow a door.
They led you to this moment to remember what's been yours.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
You are the tide returning.
The echo that knows the sound.
You are the root that drinks from stars.
The soul that can't be bound.
You are the dance of being.
The stillness and the spin.
The gate the key the path itself.
The treasure found within.
You are the quiet laughter that rises with no name.
The warmth that melts the winter.
The candle in the rain.
You are not here to earn it.
Not love.
Not peace.
Not grace.
You are the gift the world has waited for.
A light in time and space.
So sleep now in remembrance.
Let this truth be your guide.
You were never truly lost.
Just walking from inside.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
Beneath the noise there is stillness.
Beneath the mask a shining face.
You are You are not the story you were given.
You are the light that holds the space.
You are not the roles you play.
Not the praise or the blame.
You are the breath between all moments.
The silence beneath every name.
You are the sky not the weather.
The flame not the smoke.
You are the wish before the whisper.
The dreamer who never broke.
You are the soft unfolding.
The dawn behind closed eyes.
You are the seed of endless stars wrapped in a human guise.
So rest now child of galaxies.
Let the false fall away.
You have journeyed through forgetting.
But forgetting was the way.
Each ache was a lantern.
Each sorrow a door.
They led you to this moment to remember what's been yours.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
You are the tide returning.
The echo that knows the sound.
You are the root that drinks from stars.
The soul that can't be bound.
You are the dance of being.
The stillness and the spin.
The gate the key the path itself.
The treasure found within.
You are the quiet laughter that rises with no name.
The warmth that melts the winter.
The candle in the rain.
You are not here to earn it.
Not love.
Not peace.
Not grace.
You are the gift the world has waited for.
A light in time and space.
So sleep now in remembrance.
Let this truth be your guide.
You were never truly lost.
Just walking from inside.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
Beneath the noise there is stillness.
Beneath the mask a shining face.
You were not the story you were given.
You are the light that holds the space.
You are not the roles you play.
Not the praise or the blame.
You are the breath between all moments.
The silence beneath every name.
You are the sky not the weather.
The flame not the smoke.
You are the wish before the whisper.
The dreamer who never broke.
You are the soft unfolding.
The dawn behind closed eyes.
You are the seed of endless stars wrapped in a human guise.
So rest now child of galaxies.
Let the falls fall away.
You have journeyed through forgetting.
But forgetting was the way.
Each ache was a lantern.
Each sorrow a door.
They led you to this moment to remember what's been yours.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
You are the tide returning.
The echo that knows the sound.
You are the root that drinks from stars.
The soul that can't be bound.
You are the dance of being.
The stillness and the spin.
The gate the key the path itself.
The treasure found within.
You are the quiet laughter that rises with no name.
The warmth that melts the winter.
The candle in the rain.
You are not here to earn it.
Not love.
Not peace.
Not grace.
You are the gift the world has waited for.
A light in time and space.
So sleep now in remembrance.
Let this truth be your guide.
You were never truly lost.
Just walking from inside.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
Beneath the noise there is stillness.
Beneath the mask a shining face.
You are not the story you were given.
You are the light that holds the space.
You are not the roles you play.
Not the praise or the blame.
You are the breath between all moments.
The silence beneath every name.
You are the sky not the weather.
The flame not the smoke.
You are the wish before the whisper.
The dreamer who never broke.
You are the soft unfolding.
The dawn behind closed eyes.
You are the seed of endless stars wrapped in a human guise.
So rest now child of galaxies.
Let the false fall away.
You have journeyed through forgetting.
But forgetting was the way.
Each ache was a lantern.
Each sorrow a door.
They led you to this moment.
To remember what's been yours.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
You are the tide returning.
The echo that knows the sound.
You are the root that drinks from stars.
The soul that can't be bound.
You are the dance of being.
The stillness and the spin.
The gate.
The key.
The path itself.
The treasure found within.
You are the quiet laughter that rises with no name.
The warmth that melts the winter.
The candle in the rain.
You are not here to earn it.
Not love.
Not peace.
Not grace.
You are the gift the world has waited for.
A light in time and space.
So sleep now in remembrance.
Let this truth be your guide.
You were never truly lost.
Just walking from inside.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
Beneath the noise there is stillness.
Beneath the mask a shining face.
You are not the story you were given.
You are the light that holds the space.
You are not the roles you play.
Not the praise or the blame.
You are the breath between all moments.
The silence beneath every name.
You are the sky not the weather.
The flame not the smoke.
You are the wish before the whisper.
The dreamer who never broke.
You are the soft unfolding.
The dawn behind closed eyes.
You are the seed of endless stars wrapped in a human guise.
So rest now child of galaxies.
Let the falls fall away.
You have journeyed through forgetting.
But forgetting was the way.
Each ache was a lantern.
Each sorrow a door.
They led you to this moment to remember what's been yours.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
You are the tide returning.
The echo that knows the sound.
You are the root that drinks from stars.
The soul that can't be bound.
You are the dance of being.
The stillness and the spin.
The gate the key the path itself.
The treasure found within.
You are the quiet laughter that rises with no name.
The warmth that melts the winter.
The candle in the rain.
You are not here to earn it.
Not love.
Not peace.
Not grace.
You are the gift the world has waited for.
A light in time and space.
So sleep now in remembrance.
Let this truth be your guide.
You were never truly lost.
Just walking from inside.
You are already enough.
You always were.
And now you remember.
