Speaker 1: In the pause. There is stillness. In the stillness, there
Speaker 1: is rest. Breathe in, breathe thout. The breath is.
Speaker 2: Doing the work now. The breath does not need your help.
Speaker 2: The breath knows the way to sleep. The breath is
Speaker 2: known since you were born. Trust the breath. Follow the breath.
Speaker 1: Let the breath carry you tonight. They can do nothing.
Speaker 1: Let your attention return to your chest. Feel your chest rise,
Speaker 1: feel your chest fall. Feel the rhythm of your breathing.
Speaker 1: Do not change the rhythm, Just notice it. Notice how
Speaker 1: the breath comes in. Notice how the breath goes out.
Speaker 1: Notice the small pause between that pause is where peace lives.
Speaker 1: Feel your heart beating inside your chest, Feel it doing
Speaker 1: its work. The walls, remember voices, the windows, Remember light.
Speaker 1: You are in a hallway. The hallway is long. The
Speaker 1: hallway is lit by a single window at the far end.
Speaker 1: The light from the window falls in a long rectangle
Speaker 1: on the wooden floor. The light is the light of
Speaker 1: late afternoon. The light is golden. There are doors along
Speaker 1: the hallway. Some of the doors are open, some of
Speaker 1: the doors are closed. Let you mind find a number,
Speaker 1: any number, Let it be twenty. Breathe in, and as
Speaker 1: you breathe out. Say the number to yourself slowly. Twenty
Speaker 1: breathe in, breathe out. Nineteen. Let the number carry you down.
Speaker 1: Each breath a number lower, each breath a step closer
Speaker 1: to rest eighteen seventeen sixteen. Do not think about the numbers.
Speaker 1: Just let them pass. Let them be the rhythm of
Speaker 1: your breath. You do not need to read. You only
Speaker 1: need to hold the book. You only need to feel
Speaker 1: its hape. You put the book back. You pull another.
Speaker 1: This one is larger. This one is bound in green.
Speaker 1: The pages are heavier, the pages are edged in gold.
Speaker 1: You open it to a random page. There is an illustration,
Speaker 1: a woodcut of a tree, of a figure walking beneath
Speaker 1: the tree of a sky full of stars. The illustration
Speaker 1: is simple. Your mind is allowed to be busy. Your
Speaker 1: mind does not need to be quiet for sleep to come.
Speaker 1: Sleep comes even with a busy mind. Sleep comes even
Speaker 1: with thoughts. Sleep comes even when you don't think it's coming.
Speaker 1: Sleep comes on its own schedule. Trust the sleep to come.
Speaker 1: You are loved. You are loved by people you know.
Speaker 1: You are loved by people you have never met. You
Speaker 1: are loved by the night itself. There is a rug
Speaker 1: in the middle of the room. The rug is old.
Speaker 1: The rug has been walked on for many years. The
Speaker 1: colors of the rug have softened with time. The patterns
Speaker 1: of the rug have blurred with you. The rug is
Speaker 1: the kind of rug that has become more beautiful with age,
Speaker 1: the way some people become more beautiful with age. There
Speaker 1: is a lamp in the corner. The lamp is not lit.
Speaker 1: The shelves fade the lamp's dim The chair dissolves into
Speaker 1: the feeling of being held. The dream becomes the sense
Speaker 1: of being in a place that is vast and quiet, unkind.
Speaker 1: The night is kind. Sleep now sleep. End of Week
Speaker 1: one Master Script The Art of Stacke Illness seven thousand,
Speaker 1: five hundred words, thirty minutes, spoken at two hundred fifty
Speaker 1: w pm meditative pace. The breath is the tide that
Speaker 1: has reached its lowest point. The breath is resting on
Speaker 1: the other side of the door. The mind quiets not
Speaker 1: because the mind has stopped, not because the mind has
Speaker 1: gone away, but because the mind has finally decided it
Speaker 1: is safe enough to stop. The mind has decided to rest.
Speaker 1: The mind has decided to let you sleep, and so
Speaker 1: you sleep. The night holds you. The night is long.
Speaker 1: The sleep is still there, waiting for you at the
Speaker 1: bottom of the count three, two, one. And now there
Speaker 1: are no numbers. There is only breath. There is only
Speaker 1: the rise and fall of the chest. There is only
Speaker 1: the slow tide of the body letting go. The dark
Speaker 1: is the kind of dark that wraps itself around you
Speaker 1: like a heavy blanket. You can see if you look
Speaker 1: the faintest suggestion of trees at the edge of the property.
Speaker 1: The trees are still. The trees are sleeping. Two. There
Speaker 1: is a clock in the room. The clock is not ticking.
Speaker 1: The clock is silent. Tonight time does not need to
Speaker 1: be measured. Tonight time will pass on its own without
Speaker 1: any help from us.
Speaker 3: Now, let your breathing find its own rhythm, a rhythm
Speaker 3: that is a little slower than your waking rhythm, a
Speaker 3: rhythm that is a little deeper.
Speaker 1: Breathe in through your nose. Feel the air as it enters,
Speaker 1: cool the nostrils, cool in the throat, cool in the chest.
Speaker 1: Breathe out through your mouth, softly, slowly, Let the breath
Speaker 1: leave with