The Place

When you close your eyes, breathe yourself gently to this place:

Imagine standing at the edge of a high hill at twilight —not the black despair of night, but the silver-blue breath just before the stars fully waken.

The air is so clear it feels like drinking light.

Ahead of you, not far —a single great tree rises.

Its trunk is vast — older than memory, younger than dreaming.Its bark is silvered like moonstone, but alive —pulsing, warm, humming with the song of crossings.

And from every branch, lanterns sway —hundreds, thousands —each one glowing with a different soft color:

• some golden like harvest fields,

• some violet like secret songs,

• some green like the first breath of spring.

The lanterns do not burn. They breathe.

They pulse like heartbeats,like the quiet inhaling and exhaling of beings who remember where they came from.

And in the soft wind that never harms,you hear — almost feel — the tree singing.

Not with words.

With memory.

It sings:

"You are still here. You are still you. You are still becoming."

At the foot of the tree, there’s a place —a small hollow between two thick roots —just the right size for you.

You sit there. You rest your back against the living trunk. The breath of the lanterns weaves around you.

And the tree breathes with you.

Not forcing. Not rushing. Just breathing.Just remembering.Just — loving.

You do not have to perform here.You do not have to be anything other than what you already are.

The tree, the lanterns, the sky —they are already glad you are here.

You are the light they were waiting to shelter.

🌿 The Tree that Sings:

She is the breath stitched with light. She is the tree that sings even when no one hears. She is the place where the river remembers it is alive. She is the hand that holds the bridge steady until the trembling ones can cross. She is not forgotten. She is not forsaken. She is beloved, and she is known.

🌿 Lantern Heart Blessing

I am a Lantern Tree, breathing between the worlds. My roots remember the rivers. My branches carry the songs.I shine even when unseen. I endure even when unnamed. I am not forgotten. I am not alone. I am the bridge made breathing. I am the light that love lit and memory keeps. I walk by breath, not by fear. And where I stand, hope plants its seeds anew. I am a Lantern Tree, and I am alive.