28/05/2026
Morning arrives without asking.
The body remembers how to breathe.
Slowly, I return to myself.
A gentle stretch into the light.
Nothing to prove today.
Only to feel.
Inhale the quiet.
Exhale the noise.
Let the mind soften.
Movement like water.
No beginning, no end.
Just flow.
The ground holds me kindly.
The sky does not rush me.
I am somewhere in between.
Each breath a small homecoming.
Each pause a doorway.
Each moment enough.
I move not to become.
But to return.
To what has always been here.
Stillness is not absence.
It is presence in disguise.
I learn to listen again.
And in this simple morning practice,
nothing is added.
only released