Capable

This body knows how to rise,

how to root itself into the floor

and lift anyway.

It remembers strength

long before I name it.

Muscle answers breath.

Bone listens.

Even in effort,

there is intelligence here—

a steady yes unfolding.

The mind clears as I move.

Thoughts fall into rhythm,

like dust settling in still air.

What remains is simple,

sharp, and awake.

I do not force.

I align.

I do not hurry.

I trust.

The body carries me forward.

The mind lights the way.

Together, they are enough—

capable, coherent,

and fully present.