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Scrolls for Rest & Renewal
The Rest Cycle gathers writings for stillness, release, and renewal —
a place to pause inside the turning of life. These scrolls and lullabies are invitations to rest within motion, to remember the rhythm that breathes beneath every task and season. Each piece offers a moment of ease for the body, the Earth, and the quiet heart.
Cycle One – Rest Within Motion
✧ Rest Scroll — The Rhythm Beneath All Things
Rest is not the ending of motion,
but the quiet current beneath it.
It hums inside the breath,
the pause between each beat,
the silence under every note.
The river rests even as it moves.
The wind rests in the space between gusts.
The heart rests in the instant before it drums again.
So too may I rest while I create,
remembering that stillness is never far away.
Let my work be born of ease,
my steps be carried by calm.
Let rest be the ground I walk on,
and the home I return to in every breath. ✧
✧ Rest is not stillness—it’s the quiet motion holding everything together.
✧ Rest Scroll — The Altar of the Earth
Beneath every root and stone
the same silence waits,
a listening older than time.
Water carries it,
wind sings it,
mountain and bone echo it.
To touch the ground
is to meet the pulse of creation—
rest moving through form.
Here, in the turning of leaves,
the breath of animals,
the warmth of sunlit skin,
the Creator remembers itself.
And so may I remember:
each step upon this altar
is prayer enough. ✧
✧ To walk gently on the ground is prayer enough.
✧ Rest Scroll — Remembering the Language of the World
The world never stopped speaking;
we only forgot the sound.
Now the wind repeats its syllables,
and the trees turn their pages of green.
Water writes its softest lines on stone.
Mountains hum in a key so low
it feels like stillness.
The Earth keeps teaching,
patient as dawn.
When I quiet enough to listen,
words return that I never learned—
the speech of light,
the grammar of breathing.
Every living thing becomes
a sentence of belonging. ✧
✧ The world has always spoken; rest helps us hear it again.
✧ Rest Scroll — The Quiet Within
The mind has done enough for now.
Let it lay its tools aside—
the measuring, the fixing,
the remembering of everything.
The heart, too, can loosen its hold.
Not every ache needs mending tonight.
Some can drift like petals
and find their own way home.
What remains is breath:
the small tide of being alive.
It moves without command,
it asks for nothing.
Here is where rest begins—
not in solving, but in softening;
not in answers, but in trust
that the quiet will keep you. ✧
✧ Peace begins when the heart stops trying to mend and simply allows itself to breathe.
✧ Rest Scroll — Prayer of Gratitude for Rest
Thank you for the rhythm that holds me:
for the body that softens when I listen,
for the ground that carries my weight
without complaint.
Thank you for the stillness between heartbeats,
for the hush that mends what words can’t reach,
for the air that moves through me
as gently as forgiveness.
Thank you for the earth’s patience—
its turning, its renewal, its calm example.
May I learn again and again
that doing less is also love.
And when I rise,
let the quiet stay with me,
a thread of peace
woven through every task. ✧
✧ Thankfulness turns every pause into a sanctuary.
May these words bring you home to the calm that never leaves.