It adjusted before thought arrived.
Shifted weight.
Found warmth.
Released breath.
No instruction guided it.
No meaning was required.
The body remembered what to do—
stand, soften, continue—
without asking the mind for permission.
While attention drifted,
the body stayed faithful to rhythm,
to balance,
to quiet repair.
Sometimes presence isn’t something we enter. It’s already happening— in the body,
living on our behalf.
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