Sit down,
Or stand,
Or lie down.
It doesn't matter.
What matters now is that you decide.
Decide to stop running just for these next moments.
Let yourself land.
Feel the weight of your body.
Feel the ground holding you.
Close your eyes if that feels safe,
Or let your gaze soften somewhere still.
And breathe.
Just breathe.
Feel your breath.
Come in.
Feel it go out.
Slower.
Longer.
More real.
Right now,
The world is screaming.
Outside you.
Inside you.
Noise.
Screens.
Memories.
Pressure.
Let it all keep screaming.
That's not your job.
Your job is to listen to what's under all that noise.
So listen.
Hear the hum in the room.
Hear your breath.
Maybe you even hear traffic,
Footsteps,
Distant voices.
It's okay.
The noise doesn't have to go away for you to find stillness.
You can even practice this in the middle of the world,
Screaming.
On the train.
At your desk.
In your own chaos.
Every sound is just a bell,
Calling you back to now.
You stay here.
You listen.
Feel your chest rising and falling.
Place one hand there if you want to.
Feel your heart beating.
Even now it's steady.
Feel your feet on the floor.
Feel the cool air against your skin.
Feel yourself here.
The world can do what it wants.
But you?
You stay.
Notice how the noise comes and goes.
Notice how your thoughts come and go.
And yet,
You remain.
Still.
Awake.
Listening.
This is what it means to walk the way of the hurt heart.
To hear it all.
And not run.
Stay here as long as you need.
And when you're ready,
Open your eyes.
And walk back into the world,
Carrying this silence with you.
Because even here,
The way blooms.
