echo

the body
already knows

nourish
without asking permission

color enters the plate
like memory enters silence
slow
alive
enough

move
as if gravity is listening

step
stretch
sway
no audience
only pulse answering pulse

pause
until thought tires

sit
breathe
become background noise
to your own mind

one
small
return

tomorrow the same breath
the same color
the same pause

three words

echo disclaimer

these are whispers only. not medicine. not promise. not instruction. consult the one who knows your body best before any new rhythm.