LUMINARESS

Where light gathers.

Light. Scent. Breath. Return.

The light does not rush.

It gathers.

Soft gold rests against silk and skin —
a warmth that does not burn,
it blooms.

She holds the rose at her center.
Not as ornament.
As origin.

Today is not for striving.

It is for standing gently inside your own glow.

Rose warmed by amber.
A trace of pear or pale citrus at the edge.
Something soft at the base — sandalwood or clean musk.

Let it sit close.
Let it rise as you move.

Light moving through air.
Breath as radiance.

Inhale slowly for four.
Hold for four.
Exhale for six.

Feel warmth expand from the center outward —
steady, luminous, your own.

I do not chase brightness.
I generate it.

Where in my life am I rushing what could gather?

What would it feel like to stand gently inside my own glow — without striving, without performance?

What warmth already lives within me, waiting only to be recognized?