I feel solid,
Deeply rooted,
As if my body and the earth are one.
The weight of my being settles,
Steady and still,
Like a mountain resting in timeless silence.
There is nothing to resist,
Nothing to hold up.
Just this quiet presence,
Grounded and whole.
From this stillness,
Something stirs,
Gentle at first,
Like a stream breaking free under ice.
Sensations ripple through me,
Soft and fluid,
Awakening the quiet hum of life.
Warmth spreads,
A gentle current flowing through my limbs,
Filling me with a vibrant aliveness.
I feel myself opening,
Like a river widening to carry the pulse of something greater.
The flow deepens and the warmth builds into strength,
Rising like a flame from my center.
This fire is steady,
Powerful,
Radiant.
It doesn't consume,
It fuels.
I feel a force expanding outward,
Uncontained yet grounded,
As though my very presence is shaping the space around me.
The fire moves with purpose,
Igniting a quiet confidence that fills every part of me.
As the fire grows,
It softens,
Melting into light.
My chest opens and from my heart a glow spreads outward,
Gently and unending,
Like sunlight spilling across the horizon.
The light carries warmth and with it a deep sense of connection.
I feel no boundaries,
Only this tender merging with everything around me.
Love flows effortlessly,
Not as something I give or receive,
But as something I am.
The light within me begins to sing.
It rises into my throat,
A vibration,
A resonance,
A truth that longs to be expressed.
Words are not needed.
It's a sound,
Pure and clear,
Carrying all that I feel.
I speak not to explain,
But to share,
Letting the fullness of this love take shape and ripple outward like a bell ringing in the stillness.
As the sound fades,
My vision shifts,
Softening into clarity.
What was once separate dissolves into threads of a single apestry.
I see the world,
Not in pieces,
But as one vast,
Seamless whole,
Every part moving in harmony.
The boundaries I once knew are gone,
And in their place is a quiet understanding that everything is connected,
Everything belongs.
The threads unravel further until even the tapestry dissolves.
What remains is infinite,
A vast presence that cannot be grasped,
Only felt.
It is emptiness,
But not absence,
Spacious and alive where everything begins and ends.
There is no me here,
Only this stillness,
This endless flow,
This source from which all arises and into which all returns.
I am no longer apart from it.
I am it.
