The cup stayed warm in both hands.
The light didn’t rush the window.
Even the mind forgot its usual errands.
There was no improvement underway.
No lesson forming.
No future being rehearsed
Just this moment,
complete without justification.
Pure presence doesn’t arrive loudly.
It doesn’t announce itself as rest or insight.
It simply stays—until we notice we’re already here.
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