Welcome.
As you settle in now,
You don't have to do anything except listen.
Or not listen.
And allow the counting to carry you in whatever way it carries you.
Because counting can become simple.
And counting can become soft.
And counting can become the easiest thing in the world to follow for a while.
Until even the following becomes unnecessary.
And get them on it.
I will begin with the number 10.
And with each number you can allow the body to soften.
The mind as well.
The space behind the eyes to become a little darker.
A little quieter.
A little more distant from the day.
Sometimes allowing the body to begin settling.
Night,
Allowing the breath to become slower.
Hey,
Letting the face soften now.
7.
Letting the jaw loosen.
Six,
Shoulders dropping in their own time.
Five,
The chest and belly becoming easy.
Or the arms are heavy.
The hands quiet.
3.
The legs sinking.
The feet aren't really sinking.
Two,
The whole body remembering how to rest.
And what?
And even deeper now.
And from one,
There's no need to stop.
Because one can become the beginning of another count.
And another count can become another step.
And every step can become softer than the one before.
So now,
Counting again.
Only this time,
Not trying to go anywhere.
Simply noticing how the numbers seem to arrive.
One by one.
Like soft lights going out in a hallway.
Some 10.
One light fading.
Nine,
Another light is dimming.
8.
The hallway is whining 7.
The sounds of the world are moving further away.
Six,
The thoughts are slowing between each number.
Hi.
The body is still here.
Safe and supported.
Or the mind is less interested in anything it was holding.
Three,
The space between thoughts is widening.
Too,
Drifting even closer to the quiet.
And one.
And the hallway becomes still And now perhaps counting up for a moment.
Because sometimes going deeper does not need to look like going down.
Sometimes the mind expects doubt.
And the body follows up.
And both directions can lead to the same quiet place.
So,
You may allow the numbers arise gently.
As if each one lifts you out of ordinary thought and into a softer layer of rest.
As if each one lifts you out of ordinary thought.
And into a softer layer of rest.
So on.
Lifting away from the surface.
Who,
Floating slightly above the noise,
3.
Lighter in the mind,
Heavier in the body.
Poor.
Rising into calm while sinking into comfort.
Five.
Halfway into a strange pleasant stillness.
Six,
Higher from the day.
Deeper in the rest.
Seven,
Thoughts are below you now.
He have heard below you now.
9.
Almost above the knee to listen.
10,
Floating deeply now.
And from 10,
You can begin again.
Because 10 is both the top and the doorway down.
And when I count from 10 down to one again.
You may notice how each number seems to be the last count and continue it.
As though nothing really begins or ends.
And every number is simply another way of saying deeper.
Sometimes drifting from floating into sinking.
9.
Brown sinking in the softening.
A,
From softening into slowing.
7.
From slowing into stillness.
Six,
From stillness into quiet.
I roam quiet in the comfort.
From comfort into heaviness.
Free from heaviness into ease.
Who,
For me,
Is in this surrender?
In what?
From surrendering to deeper rest.
And now,
Account only for the body.
No need to think about it.
No need to even understand it.
Just hearing the numbers and allowing each number to touch a different place.
As though the account itself knows exactly where to go.
Sun Chan.
The top of the head softens.
9.
A forehead smooth.
E.
The eyes rest behind closed lids.
7,
8,
7,
6,
5,
4,
3,
2,
1 Six,
The tongue rests.
Five,
The throat opens softly.
Pour,
And shoulders melt down.
Three,
The arms become quiet and heavy.
Two,
The hands release completely.
And one the whole upper body sinks and another count moving lower now because the body can keep listening even when the mind doesn't need to.
And the more the body listens.
The less the mind has to do.
So tan,
The chest is easing.
Now the breath is becoming calm.
A,
The hard area is softening.
Sarah.
The belly is loosening.
Six,
The lower back is unwinding.
The hips are settling.
Or the thighs are growing heavy.
Breathe,
The knees are quiet.
Two,
The calves and ankles are releasing.
And one.
The feet are resting deeply now.
And perhaps now the numbers can become a staircase.
But only a staircase made of sound.
And there's no need to see it clearly.
You might imagine it.
Or a simile feeling.
Or not imagine anything at all.
Because the numbers are enough.
Suntan one step.
9,
Another step softer.
Eh?
The air is more still.
Seven,
The world is more destined.
Six,
The body more certain of rest.
I'm halfway down with nothing to solve.
Four,
Deeper into the hush.
Three,
Lower into the warm.
Almost at the landing.
And one.
Standing in silence.
And that'll end it.
There may be another staircase.
Because the mind can accept that easily now.
One staircase leading to another staircase.
One account leading to another account.
One soft descent opening into another soft descent.
And this time,
Each number may take twice as long inside you.
Even if I say it simply.
Son of 10.
Deeper than before.
9.
Slowner than before Hey,
Softer than before.
7.
Why enter the M4?
Sex?
Have you heard of that before?
Bye.
More distant from the surface.
Or more open to the client.
Three,
More willing to let go.
Too.
Almost forgetting the need to try.
And what?
And deeper again And now,
A count that doesn't need to be perfectly followed.
In fact,
It may be easier not to follow it too closely.
Because when the numbers begin to move around The conscious mind can become pleasantly tired.
And when the conscious mind becomes pleasantly tired.
The deeper mind can listen in its own quiet way.
So 10.
Night.
And deeper.
Hmm?
7 and softer.
Six.
Five and even slower.
For breathe.
And quieter.
Too.
And then.
.
.
Perhaps 10 again.
Because the end of one count can become the beginning of another.
In the beginning of another can feel like it was already happening before you notice.
10.
Hmm?
Night.
And it doesn't matter.
7 6 and the order of matter is less than the feeling and the mind can stop trying to arrange things.
And deeper anyway.
No.
Bye.
And the body understands.
Seven.
Four,
Six.
And rest continues.
One.
And be versatile.
And now,
Returning to an easy count.
Small and simple.
As though the mind has been given something familiar again.
After wandering through the softness.
Huh?
Honey.
No?
Suddenly.
Eh?
Breathing.
7,
Releasing.
6.
Softening Fine?
Sinking.
For.
Drifting.
Sorry.
Whining.
Two,
Letting go.
Deep breaths.
And again.
The same count at each number can echo a little longer.
Hair.
Night.
Hmm?
7.
Sex.
Fine.
For.
And one.
Good night and namaste.
