So Let’s Begin…
THE BLOSSOM WITHIN YOU SLEEP MEDITATION SCRIPT
Cozy up in your safest space,
Clear your mind of its chatter.
Prepare to drift away to sleep,
And let go of what doesn’t matter.
Focus instead on the beauty inside,
On the splendor at your core.
For you are as lovely as a flower,
A bud in bloom forevermore.
You may not see yourself that way,
Perhaps you doubt yourself ever so often.
But you are gorgeous, vibrant, and lush,
Magnificent and uncommon.
So pick out the flower you’d like to be,
The one that speaks to your soul.
Whether tulip or peony or classic rose,
Its stunning image makes you feel whole.
Once you land on the perfect choice,
Let your mind drift to the color.
You might see pink, or yellow, or even deep blue,
With fragrant petals like none other.
Soft and lovely and gently aflutter,
Their grace makes others stare.
For it’s hard to let a flower go,
When its beauty is so rare.
Flowers make us pause and gape,
Make us long to stay in their presence.
In that way, you’re a flower as well,
Enchanting others with your essence.
Flowers don’t just dazzle the eye,
They pull us in with their scent.
Sink deeper into this fantastic journey,
And imagine the aroma you present.
Does your essence smell like lilies,
Like violets or lilacs or gardenia?
Or maybe you’re more like jasmine or amber,
With the freshness of lemon verbena.
Maybe you’re spicy at your core,
Or perhaps soft and powdery.
What makes others draw closer to you?
What rewards their curiosity?
Think of how a flower grows,
From seed to sprout to bloom.
How pure and sweet is that process,
No matter what difficulties loom.
In life, our growth is both duty and choice,
We master it while living at its mercy.
As flowers must weather both drought and cold,
There are always obstacles to our journey.
But troubles don’t make us disappear,
Nor do they change our being.
Instead, they make us stronger and more dazzling,
And the struggle is beautifully revealing.
Flowers are sometimes seen as fragile,
Like delicate, tentative gifts.
But within the flower, a different truth shines,
One that knows to welcome conflicts.
Your spirit understands that truth.
It expects the difficulties to appear.
And like the flower, it uses them,
To expand and persevere.
With each successive year of growth,
The method finds its focus.
So when it’s time for blooming season,
Our beauty reveals what history has shown us.
Whether we fight these visions or they come easily,
The growth cycle happens either way.
This blossoming is part of you,
Unfolding bit by bit each day.
Though you needn’t acknowledge the flower,
For the reality to exist,
Why not give yourself the pleasure,
Why not admit that your beauty persists?
You’re as much a part of nature,
As the flowers, birds, and trees.
You have a role, on earth and in life,
And you perform it instinctively.
Like anything we try to do,
Close attention yields better results.
So if you tend to your tender blooms,
Their brilliance will continually adjust.
Be the flower you’re meant to be.
Grow to your fullest potential.
Draw the world’s eye to your amazing growth,
And train your own eye on what’s essential.
At some point, you’ll flourish without much effort,
The intuitive steps fully embedded.
You’ll even help pollinate other flowers,
A collaboration both powerful and splendid.
So trust that your effort matters,
Working even when winter soil is bare.
Know that you are right on track,
That you’ll burst through with much to share.
Get your rest, lovely flower.
Sleep in contented peace.
You’ll blossom soon, and then again,
Your radiance will never cease.