Attention rested without instruction.
The chair held steady.
The floor felt cool.
Sounds passed through
without needing interpretation.
There was no effort to stay present.
Presence stayed on its own.
Nothing was achieved in these moments.
Nothing was postponed either.
Time did not feel owned or wasted—
just inhabited.
Sometimes awareness isn’t something we practice.
It’s something we stop interrupting.
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