You stand upon a hill beneath the early light,
The world stretched upon in every direction.
The wind greets you first,
Playful,
Alive,
Circling your face like an old friend.
It carries scents of faraway rain and sunlight through clouds.
Above you the sky widens,
A living canvas of soft blues and drifting silver.
You feel your heart rise to meet it.
The wind threads through your hair,
Whispering secrets of change,
Of letting go,
Of moving light through all things.
You close your eyes and for a moment you feel weightless,
As if your worries have become clouds dissolving slowly in the morning sun.
The fairies of air dance invisibly around you,
Stirring laughter in the leaves and gentle inspiration in your breath.
Every exhale becomes a release,
Every inhale a renewal.
You are the wind,
Unbound,
Ever shifting,
Free.
You breathe in freedom and you move with grace.
And your tea waits,
Warm and fragrant,
The still point in the sky's wide dance.
Hold your cup with both hands and imagine the steam rising as breath from the earth itself,
Swirling,
Soft,
Alive.
Take your first slow sip,
Feel the air move through you,
Unhurried and cleansing.
With the second sip,
Imagine it carrying away what no longer belongs,
Thoughts that are too heavy,
Emotions that cling.
By the third sip,
Your breath deepens,
The tea and air mingling,
Clearing space within you.
And let the fourth and fifth sips feel expansive,
As though each swallow opens a window in your chest,
Letting in light.
For your final sip,
Pause before drinking,
Lift your cup,
Thank the wind and the sky for their wisdom,
And then drink it in as a blessing.
And when your tea is finished,
Sit quietly and listen.
The world hums gently,
And within that sound your spirit moves freely,
Like wind through wings.
Wind of wonder,
Sky so wide,
Carry peace on every tide.
Breath of life,
Both soft and free,
Flow through heart and soul,
Through me.
Until we meet again in this stillness,
Carry this peace with you,
Like a quiet bloom waiting to unfurl.
Namaste
