Settling into comfort,
I feel grateful. Breath slows.
The room is quiet, then a thought enters.
Attention gathers.
Thoughts rise like the morning sun.
When the day breaks, the shadows move slowly.
It creeps in quietly,
breathing becomes measured.
It stays with breath.
Attention feels heavier now,
like weight behind the eyes.
Listening becomes tone, then fades gently.
Small sounds rise and fall.
A passing car, laughter in the streets.
I move slowly, resting inward.
Something settles, then releases.
Space opens.
Where is your attention now?