Close your eyes gently as if the world is dimming around you rather than disappearing.
Let your breath settle into its own natural rhythm.
Slow,
Quiet,
Unforced.
You are high in the mountains.
It is late evening.
Just on the edge of night.
The sky stretches endlessly above you.
Painted in deepening shades of blue and violet.
With the first stars beginning to shimmer softly in the distance.
You are resting on a soft bed of grass,
Mixed with smooth stones,
Still holding a trace of warmth from the sun that has just set.
Beneath you,
The earth feels ancient and steady.
As if it has been here forever.
And will remain long after.
It holds you effortlessly.
In the distance You hear the gentle whisper of wind moving through the alpine trees.
Their needles brush together in a slow,
Rhythmic hush.
And now.
.
.
As your awareness softens.
You begin to notice something more.
Not far from where you rest.
Just be on the gentle slope.
There is a quiet mountain pond.
Its surface is still.
Reflecting the darkening sky like a mirror catching the first stars as they appear.
The water glows faintly in the dim light,
Calm and undisturbed.
You hear a soft rustle.
From the edge of the trees.
A small group of deer steps into the clearing.
Their movements are slow,
Careful and graceful.
Their hooves press lightly into the ground as they approach the pond.
One lowers its head.
Taking a quiet dream.
Another lifts its ears,
Listening.
Not in fear.
But in gentle awareness.
They sense the peace here.
Further back,
Deeper in the shadows of the forest.
A larger shape emerges.
And out.
Strong,
Steady and calm.
It walks with quiet confidence as it makes its way toward the water.
The animals move without tension.
Without urgency.
They belong to this place completely.
And somehow,
So do you.
Above.
A few nightbirds call softly to one another.
Their voices echo faintly across the mountains,
Low,
Distant and soothing.
Occasionally.
The flutter of wings passes overhead.
Light and breathe.
Like a whisper across the sky.
Closer to the pond.
You hear the faint ripple of water.
As one of the deer steps in just slightly.
Creating gentle circles that spread outward,
Catching the reflection of the stars.
Everything is calm Everything is in harmony.
Take a slow breath in cool mountain air filling your lungs.
And as you exhale Feel your body sinking deeper into the soil beneath you.
Support it completely.
With every breath out.
Release a little more Let your forehead smooth Your jaw softens.
Your shoulders grow heavy,
Melting downward.
Your arms rest loosely by your sides.
Your chest opens gently.
Your stomach softens,
No longer holding anything in Your legs feel warm and heavy.
Your feet are completely relaxed.
The sounds of the mountain continue around you.
The soft wind in the trees The faint movements at the pond.
The quiet presence of animals moving gently,
Peacefully.
Nothing here is rushed.
Nothing is disturbed.
The deer lift their heads now and then.
Their ears turning slightly,
Always calm,
Always at ease The elk stands quietly at the edge of the water.
Breathing slowly.
As if in rhythm with the night itself.
And you begin to feel the same rhythm within you Your breath slows.
Your body softens further.
Your mind becomes quiet like the still surface of the pond.
Above you The sky deepens into night.
More stars appear.
Scattered across the vast darkness.
Steady and timeless.
You are safe here.
The mountain holds you.
The earth supports you.
The quiet life around you continues gently.
Without needing anything from you.
The animal's drink.
Then slowly begin to drift back toward the forest.
Disappearing into the shadows,
Silent and serene.
Their presence lingers like a calm energy left behind.
The trees continue their soft whispering.
The night wraps around you like a blanket.
Your breathing is now slow and effortless.
And out.
With every breath.
You sink deeper into rest.
The warmth of the ground beneath you.
Spreads gently through your body.
Soothing every remaining tension.
Inviting you to let go completely.
There is nothing left to hold.
Nothing left to do.
Just a quiet mountain.
The soft night and the gentle rhythm of your breath.
As sleep begins to find you softly and naturally.
Drift with it.
Let yourself be carried deeper and deeper into peaceful,
Restorative rest.
