Metta - Unfolding Into A Wider Love

Where we may forget ground and breath and space call us back in to remember. Our remembering of our inner belonging, the silky, steady, ease of what we may call peace, balance, love...: like love coming through. A welcome in this and every moment, the very essence of our being. Inner and outer landscapes merge into one.

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Letting yourself rest wide, Perhaps lying down, Supported, Snuggled, Cushions, Underneath knees, Arms, Finding more rest through the body, Letting the unfolding of your body in to rest, Spreading wide, As though welcome, The realisation of the softness that welcomes you, The depth of an embrace that welcomes you from wide, And could the breath unfold, Find soft places before held, Undoing, Falling in, To wide rest, As though this unfolding reveals a soft flow, Wider and deeper, Bubbling through as the breath loses tension, Thinking, Holding back, Where we may not have known we were holding back, Or holding in, To reveal a sweet silence, Coming from our re-making, Our connection to gravity, Earth, Resting wide and back, Falling in, And just as a bird glides, Its soft body held, Buoyant from its reaching and falling to earth, Its surrender, For buoyancy, For life, To move through in flight, Forces beyond our knowing, Forces beyond our planning mind, Forces beyond trying so hard to get it right, Forces of life, Sweet, Sweet rest, Pouring in, Bringing us back home to the inner sweetness, Soft flow, Unfolding still through the unfolding of your breath, Unfolding into depths of a trickling through of life, Bubbling, Flowing, Singing, Sweetness through, Caressing any tension, Any habitual holding in, Back, No need for us to try, The soft inner landscape of our body, Nose, Rest, Nose, Steadiness, Ease, And all that might be pulling and pushing, And all that might feel difficult and comfortable, Each welcome, Each can rest within these soft, Wide arms of your inner soft landscape, Where every cell in your body, Like every tree, Flower, On the soft hills, Wide mountain, Being breathed, Alive, Bright, In each awakening breath, Cells, Knowing their own sweetness, For welcoming in, For anything difficult, Holding, Buzz, To snuggle in and rest, Held by this deeper, Deeper rhythm, Rooted, Wide, Wide, Soft landscape of your inner knowing, Nothing wrong with flowing, Resting in the flow, In the unfolding of this wide breath, From the wide horizon, Depths of the earth, Ocean deep, Just as the trees, Low to let the leaves fall away, For earth, The leaves to compost, Rich new ground, Each cycle, Just as slowly and deepening winter, As bare branches leave space, For the remaining leaves to fall into so much space, Depth, Spaciousness, That holds a deep knowing, A deep quiet, Our breath, Our body, Our cells welcomed into this knowing space, Time for deep rest, Gathered in to the darkening welcome of autumn winter rest, For the letting go, Going with gravity, And perhaps your deep belly, Pelvis, Allowing the depth of gravity falling through, And breath falling through gravity, And the emptying of belly, Pelvis, Through the out breath, Landing in this inner flow, In the depths of breath, Taking us into breath, Wider than, More than, Physical body breath, Breathing us, Holding us, For what might happen next, Spaciousness, The sweetness of our inner landscape, Together, Bringing us home, Again and again, Deeper and deeper, Softer, Softer, For us to receive, Calling back home, To our belonging, Our being embraced by the sky, By the birds, By the trees, By spaciousness, Flow of wide, Wide web of life, For tiny little tendrils, If you wish, Tiny spiraling white tendrils, To playfully emerge from deep heart body, The love pouring in from heart body, Playing for a while with threads spiraling, Weaving their way, And all the while, The falling away of the out breath and deep pelvis, For your root, Deep roots.