A Gentle Return

Breathe in,

the air cools your chest,

a soft ripple through the branches within.

Breathe out,

and the weight of the world

falls like a leaf,

twisting,

settling,

slow.

The sky opens wide,

its vastness a canvas

for your resting mind.

A bird circles overhead,

wings brushing silence,

guiding you to stillness.

Pause.

Feel the steady rhythm,

your heart,

the earth,

the unseen tide that binds you.

The scent of rain lingers,

soft and earthy,

drawing you closer

to the soil beneath your feet.

The wind wraps around you,

cool and kind,

a reminder to let go.

Breathe.

The word hums through you,

a steady pulse,

a simple truth.

Each pause stretches,

holds you in its calm embrace.

The stream flows—

not hurried, not still,

but endlessly sure.

Its song mirrors your breath,

soft ripples carrying fragments of thought

to someplace quieter.

Rest here.

Feel the space between moments,

the soft edges of time.

Close your eyes,

and let the rhythm remain.