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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.

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