Breathe.
Don’t think.
Just breathe.
Allow sensation to travel through you.

Notice how your thoughts come back, the breath becomes automatic and you lose touch with sensation.
Try again now.
Breathe in.

Allow the breath to flow, its caress to gently awaken and still you, gently softening and calming, giving you access to a world of inner being. Like a window opening in your heart, new energy flows, each breath a new journey of release.

Come into me. Into the ocean of my heart. Reconnect as my waters wash over, bathing you in a love-eternal, placing you once more upon steady land.

I never tire of being reminded of love –
that force which flows as liquid light the glue that mends my broken parts.

I never tire of being wooed by love –
as my harsh words still ring in the air, love guides me back to shame, and so forgiveness.

I never tire of being inspired by love ­–
to be as hopeful as I was when I was younger, when my heart lead the way like a brave warrior.

No matter how hard we try to run away from home we always arrive upon some foreign shore, only to realise that home still resides within.

Gentle love, it’s good to be home.