Hello,
Beautiful one.
Come as you are,
Let's get ready for sleep.
Let your body land.
The ground has you.
Bring your attention to your head.
The weight of it resting.
As if your head is a smooth stone.
Placed gently into soft earth.
Nothing left to hold.
Your forehead softens like morning frost melting in first light.
Your eyes rest.
Back.
Like they are floating in warm,
Dark water.
Held.
Suspended.
Your jaw loosens.
Like honey slowly warming.
Dripping.
Unhurried.
Let the tongue rest.
Like a sleepy little creature curled up with nowhere to go.
Feel your neck.
Front.
Like a river passing quietly through.
Nothing catching,
Nothing stuck.
Your throat softens.
Like warm air moving through open space.
Bring your attention to your shoulders.
Heavy,
Like stones warmed by the sun.
Let them draw.
Like leaves releasing from a branch,
Slowly spiraling down.
They don't need to hold anything back.
Even the invisible things can now fall away.
Feel your arms.
Elbows.
For us.
Like warm sand,
Shifting,
Settling,
Finding its place.
Your hands.
Saw.
Like flowers closing at dusk.
Each finger.
Thumb.
Index.
Middle.
Ring and little finger.
Each one softening like wax near a flame.
Even the spaces between them.
Loosening,
Like seaweed drifting in gentle currents.
Feel your chest rise.
And fall.
Like the tide.
Arriving.
And leaving.
Nothing to control.
Your breath is breathing you.
Now,
Notice the breath again.
And imagine that each inhale creates space.
Not just air.
But space.
Space inside the chest.
Space between the ribs,
Like the night sky opening.
Why?
Endless.
And the exhale.
Softens everything into that space,
Like stars dissolving into darkness.
Each breath.
More space.
Each breath.
More space.
Base.
Between your thoughts.
Space.
Between sensations.
Peace.
Between moments.
Nothing crowded.
Nothing pressing in.
Just space.
And breath.
And quiet.
Bring your awareness to your belly.
Soft,
Like a jellyfish floating.
Gently.
Buoy in.
No holding.
No pulling in.
Just Rising.
And falling.
Your hips.
Like warm earth spreading.
Receiving your weight feel your thighs.
Heavy like wet sand.
Your knees.
Soften the front.
Soften the back.
And even the quiet hollow behind them.
Your calves.
Melting like candle wax.
Slow and steady.
Your ankles.
Your feet.
Sinking like roots scrolling into the earth.
Your toes.
All 10.
Resting like they've finished their big tiny day.
And now feel your whole body.
Heavy.
Soft.
Spacious.
Nothing to hold.
Nothing to carry.
You are supported.
You are dissolving into that support.
And now feel your whole body.
Heavy.
Soft.
Spacious.
Nothing to hold.
Nothing to carry.
You are supported.
You are dissolving into that support.
And now feel your whole body.
Heavy.
Soft.
Spacious.
Nothing to hold.
Nothing to carry.
You.
Are supported.
You are dissolving into that support.
If sleep comes.
You can follow it.
Like drifting into deep water.
Where everything becomes white.
And quiet.
And if.
.
.
You're still here.
Just.
Resting.
You are hell.
And you can soften You are safe.
And you can let go.
There is nothing to do.
Nowhere to go.
Just rest and be.
You are hell.
And you can soften you.
Are safe.
And you can let go.
There is nothing to do.
Nowhere to go.
Just rest.
Goodnight.
