Welcome to your dreamer.
Tonight's somatic healing yoga nidra practice is designed to support vagus nerve regulation and guide you gently into deep sleep.
By leading you out of mental overactivity.
And back into the felt safety of the body.
There is an old Taoist story about a monk crossing a misty river when another boat drifted into his path and struck his own.
At first,
Anger rose in him.
But when he looked inside the other boat,
He saw that it was empty,
Carried only by the current.
His anger vanished at once.
Later,
He realized that many things in life are like this.
Words,
Moods,
Misunderstandings.
Passing weather from other minds.
When we see the empty boat clearly.
The heart no longer needs to tighten around every disturbance.
Tonight,
We return to that open heart.
To the spaciousness that does not need to contract around every passing wave.
And we let the breath guide us back into the quiet safety of the body.
This is the place to soften This is a place to stop gripping the world so tightly.
A place to remember that rest does not require every thought to disappear.
Through breath,
Presence,
And gentle embodied awareness,
This practice invites your nervous system to move out of vigilance and deeper into a state of ease.
And as the body begins to feel safe again.
Sleep can arrive naturally.
Softly.
In its own time.
So now,
Let yourself become comfortable.
Allow the surface beneath you to receive your weight.
Let your shoulders settle.
Let your jaw soften.
Let your belly know that it no longer needs to stay guarded.
When you're ready,
Place one hand over your heart and one hand over your belly.
Feel the warmth of your own touch.
Feel the quiet movement of your breath.
Beneath your hands.
This is where the body begins to listen.
Not through force.
Not through efforts.
But through contact.
Breath.
And presence.
Take a slow inhale through the nose.
And exhale softly through the mouth.
With a longer,
Drawn-out exhale.
Again,
Breathing in gently.
And breathing out a little longer than before.
One more time.
A smooth,
Easy inhale and along,
Slow.
Exhale.
As though the body is being given permission to release the day Now let the mouth close if that feels comfortable.
Allow the breath to move naturally through the nose.
Breathing in.
Feeling the heart and belly rise beneath your hands.
Breathing out.
Feeling the body settle more deeply.
Into support.
Again,
A gentle inhale.
And a longer exhale.
Let the exhale be soft.
Unhurried.
A little slower than the inhale.
This longer exhale becomes a signal to the nervous system.
A quiet message through the body.
The danger is past.
The guard can lower.
You may rest now.
Breathing in,
Receiving the moment.
Breathing out.
Releasing what does not need.
To be carried.
Breathing in.
.
.
Softening the chest.
Breathing out.
Let the belly loosen.
If thoughts arise,
Let them be empty boats on the river.
Passing through.
Floating by.
No need to climb inside them.
No need to follow where they go.
Return instead to the warmth of your hands.
To the rise and fall of the breath.
The steady presence of the body beneath you.
Each breath is a return.
Each exhale,
A small surrender.
Each moment,
Another invitation into safety.
And now,
Before we go deeper,
Quietly set your sankalpa.
Your heart-centered intention for this practice.
You might repeat silently.
I am safe in my body.
I rest in spacious awareness.
Sleep comes gently and easily.
Again,
I am safe in my body.
I rest in spacious awareness.
Sleep comes gently and easily.
One final time.
Softly within.
I am safe in my body.
I rest in spacious awareness.
Sleep comes gently.
And easily.
Let that intention settle into the body.
In a few moments,
We will begin moving through the body.
With awareness.
Allowing each part of you to be noticed.
Softened.
And released.
So take one more slow breath in.
And a long,
Gentle breath out.
Let the hands rest wherever they feel most natural.
And now,
We begin.
The heart opens quietly.
Not by force.
Not by trying.
But like,
Morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits.
And silence.
His hands gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften.
Room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And stillness again.
You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers Openness is safe.
Softness is strength.
Space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness.
That has always been waiting.
This is a journey into profound relaxation.
Where your body releases tension.
Your mind unwinds.
And your awareness drifts effortlessly.
Toward rest.
Yoga Nidra or yogic sleep.
Is a state of deep relaxation between wakefulness and sleep.
In this state,
Your nervous system recalibrates.
Your subconscious mind opens and the body's natural ability to heal and restore itself is activated.
As you settle in.
Know that you may remain in this deeply relaxed,
Aware state for some time.
Or you may naturally transition into a full night of deep restorative sleep.
There is no effort.
No need to control anything.
Simply allow yourself to be guided and let whatever unfolds be exactly as it needs to be.
Find a comfortable position.
Lying flat on your back.
If needed,
Place a pillow under your head or knees.
To ensure ease.
Let your arms rest.
Close your eyes.
And take a slow,
Deep breath in and release.
Feel free to adjust as needed.
If you find a position more comfortable for you.
Feel free to find that place of comfort.
Allow yourself.
To make.
All the adjustments you need.
To become more and more comfortable.
If you can find positions that make you even just a little bit more comfortable.
Feel free to make those adjustments.
There is nothing to do.
Nowhere to be.
This time is for you.
To surrender,
Fully to rest.
To let go completely.
And to allow sleep's embrace to carry you effortlessly.
Bring your awareness to the natural weight of your body.
Resting against the surface beneath you.
Feel yourself sinking being held.
Completely supported.
Now,
Turn your attention to your breath.
Simply notice its gentle rhythm.
No need to change it,
Just observe.
Each inhale draws in peace.
And each exhale releases tension.
Feel your body begin to soften and dissolve into the stillness.
Your forehead smooths The muscles around your eyes relax.
Your jaw unclenches.
Tongue resting effortlessly.
Your shoulders drop.
Arms becoming weightless.
Your chest rises and falls naturally.
Belly expanding with ease.
Your hips,
Thighs,
Knees.
Completely at rest.
Your feet.
Your toes.
Melting into relaxation.
Take a slow,
Deep breath in.
And as you exhale,
Imagine all tension flowing out of you.
Leaving you light,
Free,
And deeply at ease.
Before we journey deeper,
Will state our sankalpa.
A heartfelt intention.
This intention is a seed gently placed into the fertile soil of your subconscious.
It is a simple present tense statement.
One that reflects your deepest need in this moment.
It may be.
I sleep deeply and wake refreshed.
My body is healing as I rest.
I surrender to deep,
Effortless sleep.
Allow an intention to arise naturally,
Without force.
Without effort.
Once it forms,
Repeat it silently to yourself three times.
Imprinting it gently within.
And now.
.
.
Release it.
Trusting it will unfold effortlessly as you drift into profound stillness.
From this deep state of yoga nidra,
You may choose to rest in awareness for a while.
Or you may drift seamlessly into a deep unconscious sleep.
There is nothing you need to do.
Simply allow and surrender.
And now,
Your journey inward begins.
Let's start by bringing awareness to your right foot.
Feel the toes of your right foot,
One by one.
The big toe.
The second toe.
3rd toe.
Fourth toe.
And little toe.
Feel the sole of your right foot.
The top of the foot.
The heel.
The ankle.
Sense the entire right foot.
Heavy and at ease.
Move your awareness up to your right lower leg.
Feel the shin,
The calf muscle.
The space around the knee.
Notice any sensations or absence of sensations.
Simply observing.
Shift your focus to the right thigh.
Feel the weight of the thigh.
Resting against the surface beneath you.
Sense the quadriceps at the front.
And the hamstrings at the back.
Soften and release any tension.
Now,
Become aware of your entire right leg.
From the toes to the hips.
Feel it growing heavier as though it is melting into relaxation.
Now shift your awareness to your left foot.
Bring your attention to each toe.
The big toe.
Second toe.
Third toe.
Fourth toe.
And little toe.
Feel the arch of your foot.
The top,
The heel.
The ankle.
Allow any tension to dissolve.
Move your attention up to the left lower leg.
Sensing the shin and calf.
Feel the space around your ankle.
Around your knee.
Noticing any sensations without judgment.
Continue up to the left thigh.
Feeling the quadriceps at the front.
And the hamstrings at the back.
Allow the entire left leg to surrender into deep relaxation.
Now,
Bring your awareness to your pelvis.
Feel the hips resting on the surface beneath you.
Sense the lower abdomen.
The sacrum.
And the connection from the pelvis to the legs.
Let the entire pelvic area soften and release.
Move your awareness to your lower back.
Feel the curve of your spine.
The warmth.
Or any sensations present.
Shift to the mid-back.
Noticing how your ribs expand and contract.
With each breath.
Now bring your attention to your upper back and shoulder blades.
Allow any tightness to dissolve with each exhale.
Now shift awareness to your abdomen.
Notice the rise and fall of your breath.
The gentle movements of your belly.
Feel the space within.
Relaxing with each inhale and exhale.
Bring your attention to your right hand.
Sense the thumb.
Index finger.
Middle finger.
Ring finger.
And little finger.
Feel the palms.
The back of the hand.
The wrist.
Move up through the forearm.
Elbow,
And upper arm.
Let the entire right arm become relaxed and heavy.
Now shift to the left hand.
Feel the fingers the palm.
The back of the hand.
The rest.
.
.
Sense the thumb.
The index finger.
The middle finger.
The ring finger.
And the little finger.
Move up through the left forearm.
Elbow,
And upper arm.
Allow the entire left arm to relax completely.
Now bring your awareness to your neck and throat.
Sense the front.
And sides.
Of your throat.
Feel the gentle movement as you breathe.
Move your attention to your face.
Relax the jaw.
Allow the tongue to rest.
Soften the lips.
The cheeks.
Feel the nose the space between the eyebrows.
Relax the forehead and scalp Sense your entire head resting in deep stillness.
Now,
Become aware of your whole body.
From the crown of your head to the tips of your toes.
Feel the entire body in a state of deep relaxation.
Completely at ease.
Completely present.
Sense your entire body as a whole.
You may feel the presence in your entire body like a subtle energy.
Perhaps.
A subtle energy field like a light.
Representing your entire body.
Feel this energy Recognize that this energy and yourself are one and the same.
Take a few moments.
To just be this energy.
Bask.
In its fullness.
In its presence.
In its oneness.
Bring your awareness now to your breath.
That steady rhythm of life that moves effortlessly within you.
Feel the gentle flow of air in and out of your nostrils.
Feel the sensation of the breath.
And yourself being one and the same.
Feel yourself as the breath.
Is that subtle energy.
That moves throughout your body.
The steady rhythm of life that moves within you.
Feel the gentle flow of air.
In and out of your nostrils.
Notice perhaps there is a subtle coolness as you inhale.
A faint warmth as you exhale.
There is no need to do anything.
Your breath is perfect just the way it is.
Sense the vastness of the air around you.
Cradling you,
Supporting you.
With each inhale.
It flows toward you.
And with each exhale,
It gently drifts away.
Feel that exchange.
Of breath and energy with your surroundings.
Feel that sense of exchange.
That flow of air and breath between your body and the surroundings,
Blurring the lines between where you.
.
.
And your surroundings begin.
Illustrating.
Your oneness with everything surrounding you.
Like the tide.
The breath flows in and out.
Waves rolling in.
Waves rolling out.
A steady,
Endless rhythm of nature.
Your body deeply resting.
As you simply witness the organic,
Effortless movement of your breath.
Now,
Begin to count your breath backward from 18.
With the inhale,
Silently whisper to yourself,
18.
And with the exhale,
18.
On the next inhale,
17.
And exhale,
17.
Continue on counting down at your own gentle pace.
If you lose track,
There's no need to begin again.
Simply let go of the numbers and return to the natural flow of your breath.
When you reach zero,
Release all efforts completely.
Now,
Breathe freely.
Naturally.
As though your breath is breathing itself.
With your next inhale.
Imagine your body becoming weightless.
Floating.
Effortlessly.
Like a feather lifted by the breeze.
Light.
Spacious.
Drifting on the breath.
With the next exhale,
Feel your body growing heavier.
Sinking deeper into the earth.
The weight of your body increasing.
Your limbs dissolving into relaxation.
Sinking comfortably.
Into the soft surface beneath you.
Each breath pulling you further,
Anchoring you in deep rest.
Inhale.
Lightness,
Floating.
Expanding.
Drifting into spaciousness.
Exhale heaviness.
Sinking Settling merging with the stillness beneath you.
Allow this rhythm to continue naturally.
Breath lifting you.
Breath grounding you.
And now,
Release even this awareness.
Let go of all effort.
Let the breath breathe on its own.
Carrying you into deep,
Effortless rest.
You are weightless.
You are supported.
You are free.
Drifting.
Floating.
Sinking.
Sleeping.
Drifting.
Of thawing.
Sinking.
Drifting.
Sleeping.
Drifting.
And to sleep.
And drifting.
Floating.
Sinking.
Sleeping.
Surrender now.
And let the journey unfold.
The heart opens quietly.
Not by force.
Not by trying.
But like morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits.
And silence.
His hands gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften.
Room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And stillness again.
You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers Openness is safe Softness is strength.
This space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness.
That has always been waiting.
The heart opens quietly.
Not by force.
Not by trying.
But like morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits.
And silence.
His hands gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften.
Room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And stillness again.
You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers Openness is safe.
Softness is strength.
This space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness.
That has always been waiting.
The heart opens quietly.
Not by force.
But not by trying.
But like,
Morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits.
And silence.
His hands gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften.
Room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And then stillness again You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers Openness is safe.
Softness is strength.
Space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness.
That has always been waiting.
The heart opens quietly.
Not by force.
Not by trying.
But like,
Morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits.
And silence.
His hands gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften.
Room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And then stillness again.
You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers Openness is safe.
Softness is strength.
Space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness.
That has always been waiting.
The heart opens quietly.
Not by force.
Not by trying.
But like,
Morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits.
And silence.
His hands gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften.
Room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And stillness again.
You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers Openness is safe.
Softness is strength.
Space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness that has always been waiting.
The heart opens quietly.
But not by force.
Not by trying.
But like,
Morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits.
And silence.
His hands gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften.
Room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And stillness again.
You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers Openness is safe.
Softness is strength.
Space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness.
That has always been waiting.
The heart opens quietly.
Not by force.
Not by trying.
But like,
Morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits.
And silence.
His hands gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften.
Room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And stillness again.
You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers Openness is safe Softness is strength.
Space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness.
That has always been waiting.
The heart opens quietly.
Not by force.
Not by trying.
But like,
Morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits.
And silence.
His hands gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften.
Room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And stillness again.
You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers Openness is safe.
Softness is strength.
This space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness.
That has always been waiting.
The heart opens quietly.
Not by force.
Not by trying.
But like,
Morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits.
And silence.
His hands gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften.
Room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And stillness again.
You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers Openness is safe.
Softness is strength.
Space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness.
That has always been waiting.
The heart opens quietly.
Not by force.
Not by trying.
But like,
Morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits.
And silence.
His hands gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften.
Room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And stillness again.
You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers Openness is safe.
Softness is strength.
The space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness.
That has always been waiting.
The heart opens quietly.
Not by force.
Not by trying.
But like,
Morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits and silence.
His hands gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And stillness again.
You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers.
Openness is safe.
Softness is strength.
Space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness.
That has always been waiting.
The heart opens quietly.
Not by force.
Not by trying.
But like,
Morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits.
And silence.
His hands gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften.
Room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And stillness again.
You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers Openness is saving Softness is strength.
This space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness.
That has always been waiting.
The heart opens quietly.
Not by force.
Not by trying.
But like,
Morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits.
And silence.
His hands gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften.
Room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And stillness again.
You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers Openness is safe.
Softness is strength.
Space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness.
That has always been waiting.
The heart opens quietly.
Not by force.
Not by trying.
But like,
Morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits.
And silence.
His hands,
Gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften.
Room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And stillness again.
You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers Openness is safe.
Softness is strength.
This space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness.
That has always been waiting.
The heart opens quietly.
Not by force.
Not by trying.
But like.
.
.
Morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits.
And silence.
His hands gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften.
Room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And stillness again.
You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers Openness is safe.
Softness is strength.
This space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness.
That has always been waiting.
The heart opens quietly.
Not by force.
Not by trying.
But like,
Morning mist.
Lifting from a peaceful lake.
A small wooden boat.
Rests.
Upon still water.
An old fisherman sits.
And silence.
His hands gentle.
His breath,
Unhurried.
His gaze softened.
By the wide open sky.
Nothing pulls at him now.
Nothing asks him to hurry.
Only water.
Only space.
Only the soft rhythm of being here.
And within you,
Too,
There is a lake like this.
Calm beneath the surface.
Wide beneath the thoughts.
Open beneath the places that once learned to close.
And breath moves through the chest.
Like wind.
Across clear water.
The heart has room now.
Room to soften.
Room to receive.
Room to let the world be exactly as it is.
A ripple extends outward.
Than another.
And then stillness again.
You do not have to hold yourself so tightly.
You do not have to guard the doorway of the heart.
The lake is peaceful.
The boat is steady.
The sky is endless above you.
And something within you remembers Openness is safe.
Softness is strength.
Space is love.
Rest here now.
In the quiet water.
In the open heart.
In the spaciousness.
That has always been waiting.
