Welcome.
Begin by closing your eyes now.
Take a slow breath in through the nose and let it drift out softly through the mouth.
And let the next breath be even slower.
Each inhale draws the night a little deeper.
Each exhale lets the day fall away.
So imagine yourself standing at the edge of twilight.
A quiet hour where the air feels silver and the sound of the world fades into something ancient.
You've been walking a long time,
Not through a place but through a season of your own life.
The road is smooth and the air is cool and somewhere far off a light shimmers like a whisper waiting for you to arrive.
And you begin to move toward it and there's no effort,
Just curiosity.
And every step draws you deeper into stillness.
The stars above start to ripple as though the sky itself were made of water.
And the ground feels soft now.
And you're walking on what seems like moonlight made solid.
And then you see her,
The one who's been following you all along,
The moonkeeper.
She stands beside a wide round pool of glowing water.
And all around her are bowls.
Hundreds and thousands of them.
And they're drifting slowly upon the surface.
Each one filled with trembling silver light.
And they hum faintly like a thousand heartbeats sinking into one.
The moonkeeper doesn't speak.
She doesn't need to.
The air itself seems to know what she means.
And you feel her gaze calm,
Timeless and kind.
And in it there's no judgment,
Only an invitation to rest.
And she gestures for you to kneel beside the pool.
And you do.
The surface reflects you,
But not just your face.
It shows the moments you've carried for too long.
Ones you never had time to cry over,
Or to celebrate,
Or even release.
Water shimmers and your reflection begins to breathe.
She touches your shoulder lightly.
The contact is so soft it feels more like memory than touch.
Her voice arrives not in sound but in understanding.
Every heart has its tides.
So bring me what you've hidden from your own moonlight.
So take a slow breath.
Inhale,
Calm.
And then exhale,
Release.
And something stirs inside you.
A quiet ache you've kept safe under layers of movement and noise.
And it rises gently,
Not to hurt,
But to be seen.
So you let it travel upward from the heart to the throat,
And from the throat to the breath.
And with a soft exhale you release it.
A thread of silver light leaves your lips.
It drifts down into the bowl before you.
It begins to glow brighter.
The moonkeeper smiles.
She sets the bowl upon the surface of the pool,
Where it joins the others,
Spinning slowly like a new star being born.
And you realize that she's not collecting sorrow.
She's refining it,
Turning emotion into light,
Turning memory into radiance.
Each feeling you surrender becomes another star reflected in the water.
You watch the surface shimmer,
Alive with all the feelings ever felt.
None of them are gone.
All are transformed.
And now she motions towards the horizon.
The moon itself begins to rise.
Ah,
It's luminous and alive.
The entire pool glows brighter as the moon's reflection deepens within it.
You can't tell where the water ends and the sky begins.
And the moonkeeper stands beside you now.
Her eyes carry ages that you can't count.
And she whispers softly,
And this time with sound.
The light does not judge what it touches.
It simply reveals it for what it is.
And her words settle into your body like a warp that has always been there.
And you feel yourself lighten,
Not because something has been taken,
But because you stopped resisting what was already ready to change.
The bowls around the pool begin to lift.
One by one they rise into the air,
Like soft lanterns drifting upward.
And they fade into the constellations.
And you understand now the stars are not far away.
They're just feelings that have finally learned how to shine.
So the moonkeeper looks at you one last time.
Her smile carries the gentlest farewell.
She turned,
Stepping into the reflection.
And her body dissolves into ripples of light.
You stay beside the pool for a moment longer,
Watching the stars above shimmer with a familiar glow.
The night feels alive and quiet and perfect all at once.
You take a slow deep breath in through the nose,
And then slowly out of the mouth.
Feel that same silver warmth in your chest,
Pulsing like moonlight beneath the skin.
And that is her gift,
Stays with you.
A light that has nothing and forgives everything.
So now let the scene begin to fade.
The pool dissolves in the mist.
And the ground becomes soft again.
Sky brightens slightly.
And you are returning now,
Still glowing and still whole.
When you open your eyes,
You'll carry this moonlight inside you.
A reminder that every feeling has its place.
And every tear once belonged to a star.
Good work today and namaste.
