Forget-me-nots.
On a Friday summer's eve,
You find yourself at the edge of the garden,
Where you can hear the distant stream and the birds beginning to sing to signal sleep.
The warm lavender-blue sky leaves a drowsy feeling hanging in the air as you wander barefoot.
You find yourself being pulled like a dance towards the forget-me-nots nestled amongst the wildflowers,
And you kneel to inspect them closer.
You place one beneath your finger,
Feeling its soft petals,
And you decide to lay down by these sweet flowers,
As though they have laid out blankets of energy for you to rest upon.
You lay down,
And feel the spirits of these flowers swirling around you,
Lavender-blue sky touching something deep within you,
A deep patience,
Deep surrender,
A remembering of who you are,
Where you were before,
A remembering of what lies behind the silent curtains of these realms.
The forget-me-nots remind you now,
As the first stars begin to appear and something sings inside of your heart,
Whispering for you to exhale,
Whispering for you to soften,
Whispering for you to unwind and reveal you,
And you,
And you,
You are all.
Feel the lavender sky deepening,
And your eyes becoming heavier as the colours begin to swirl,
And your body becomes heavier on the ground,
Yet your spirit becomes somehow lighter,
And they swirl with each other in a balancing of a pattern within.
Let yourself go,
You are safe,
Let it all be,
Let the forget-me-nots carry you home,
Over and over again,
It is all within you.
