Wise elder,
Stories under the starry sky.
Close your eyes and inhale deeply,
Filling your lungs with a fresh air of possibility.
As you exhale,
You find yourself standing at the edge of a forest clearing.
Night has fallen and the sky is aglow with countless stars,
Each one twinkling like an ancient secret.
The air is crisp,
Yet comforting,
As if inviting you to gather around the warmth of a bonfire at the clearing's center.
Welcome,
Seeker,
Says a voice,
Wise and soft,
As the whispering wind.
As you approach the fire,
You see the wise elder sitting on a log,
Wrapped in a cloak embroidered with symbols and patterns you somehow recognize,
But can't quite name.
I am the wise elder,
The storyteller,
The keeper of ancient wisdom and memories.
Have a seat,
The night is young and there is much to share.
You sit beside the wise elder,
Your eyes transfixed by the flames that dance like spirits in the night.
The wise elder starts to speak,
Recounting tales of courage and folly,
Of love lost and found,
Of battles waged and peace attained.
Each story,
The wise elder explains,
Is a fragment of life's greater tapestry.
They are lessons,
Teachings,
And they exist within you as well.
I am the embodiment of wisdom earned through time,
Of the experiences that carve depth into the soul.
You listen intently,
Each story resonating with a different part of you,
The child filled with wonder,
The warrior seeking courage,
The lover yearning for connection,
And a sage aspiring for understanding.
Finally,
The wise elder reaches into the folds of her cloak and hands you a small bag.
Inside are seeds,
Each one representing a story,
A lesson,
An experience.
Plant them in the soil of your consciousness.
As you open the bag,
You find seeds of varying sizes and shapes.
Some look familiar,
While others are like nothing you've ever seen.
You take a moment to plant each seed carefully in the soil at your feet.
Remember,
Says the wise elder,
Wisdom is not just about growing old,
But growing deep.
You are the author of your life's story,
The keeper of your wisdom.
As these final words are spoken,
The fire starts to dim and the night sky seems to stretch infinitely before you.
You find yourself back in your own space,
Under your own sky,
Filled with the presence of your inner wise elder.
