Better is one's own dharma,
Though imperfect,
Than the dharma of another well-performed.
Bhagavad Gita Let's begin by settling in.
Wherever you are,
Let your body find stillness.
Not perfection,
Not symmetry,
Just stillness.
Close your eyes if that feels safe.
Let the outer world blur.
Let the roles you've played today loosen their grip.
You don't need to be anyone right now.
Not the parent,
Not the teacher,
Not the seeker.
Just the breath.
Let's take a moment to greet this space with reverence.
Not because it's a performance,
But because your presence is sacred.
Let yourself land.
And now,
Gently bring your awareness to the center of your chest,
The heart space.
Not to force anything,
Just to notice.
Beneath your ribs,
Beneath the stories,
There's a knowing,
There's a presence that has never left you.
Even when you forgot.
Even when you doubted.
It was here.
Let this space be your anchor today.
Now,
I would like you to imagine a thread.
A golden,
Silken thread.
Impossibly soft,
Yet impossibly strong.
It begins at the crown of your head and flows all the way through your spine down into the earth.
And further still,
Into the heart of time.
This thread is Dharma.
It's not an idea.
It's a current.
A river that flows through your being,
Even when you're not aware of it.
And today,
You are remembering how to listen to it.
Feel yourself tracing this thread inward.
With every breath,
Imagine descending along the thread.
Like you're following a path home.
There is no rush.
There is no destination.
Just this quiet remembering.
Now,
In your mind's eye,
Begin to visualize a moment from your life.
A moment when you felt fully aligned.
You weren't performing.
You weren't pleasing.
You were just being yourself,
Fully,
Clearly,
Unapologetically.
Maybe it was doing something creative.
Maybe it was being with someone who made you feel seen.
Maybe it was alone in nature or in service.
Or maybe it was so quiet,
You almost missed it.
But something in you knew,
This is me.
Let that memory rise without forcing it.
Just allow.
And if no memory comes,
That's okay too.
Stay with the feeling.
The feeling of truth.
The feeling of flow.
Let that feeling expand in your chest.
This is the vibration of Dharma.
Not pressure.
Not achievement.
But alignment.
Now,
Begin to whisper to yourself,
Silently or out loud,
Whatever feels right.
I remember who I am.
I remember what I love.
I remember what I came here to do.
Now slowly begin to visualize a path ahead of you.
It's not paved.
It's not linear.
It's winding.
Soft.
Golden.
Lit from within.
This is your Dharma path.
Not laid out with guarantees.
But with presence.
And on this path,
You are held.
You are guided.
You are not behind.
You are not lost.
You are becoming.
Let yourself begin to walk it,
Breath by breath.
Let the old doubts fall away.
Let the comparisons dissolve.
Let the inner critic fall silent.
And feel these words settle in you like a blessing.
Your path is not meant to look like anyone else's.
Your truth is not up for debate.
You are not here to perform.
You are here to align.
Now place one hand over your heart and one on your belly and feel the warmth of your own aliveness.
And repeat these affirmations quietly with presence.
I trust the thread of my Dharma.
Even when I can't see the full path,
I will take the next honest step.
I release the pressure to be perfect and choose to be present.
I walk with truth.
I walk with love.
I walk with myself.
Now let those words echo for a few breaths.
Now simply be still.
Let all the words dissolve.
Let all the visuals fade.
Let your hands drop to your lap.
Sit in the space beyond effort.
Just being.
You are on your path.
Even now.
Even here.
Especially here.
And now bring your awareness back into your physical body.
Feel the seat beneath you.
Feel the air on your skin.
Let the memory of alignment stay with you.
And when you open your eyes,
Know this.
You are still walking the thread.
You are still held by your Dharma.
Not as an obligation.
But as a quiet devotion.
So before we fully transition out of this inner space,
Take just one more breath with intention.
And let it carry the essence of this journey.
The remembering.
The softness.
The thread of truth.
If it feels right to you,
Gently bow your head.
Not to me.
Not to a tradition.
But to yourself.
To your own courage.
Your own listening.
Your own sacred unfolding.
The path of Dharma is not carved in stone.
It is woven breath by breath.
Moment by moment.
Choice by choice.
And you are walking it now.
Let this meditation echo in your actions.
In how you speak to yourself.
In how you pause before saying yes.
In how you gently return again and again to what feels true.
Whenever you are ready,
Come back as the one who remembers.
From my heart to yours.
With all my love and gratitude.
Namaste
