in your own rhythm
The breath asks, Are you here?
Doing builds the road,
checks the list,
moves the clock forward.
Being listens.
Feels the ground.
Remembers why the road exists.
Doing reaches for tomorrow.
Being stays with now.
Without being,
doing becomes noise.
Without doing,
being has no hands.
So we pause —
not to stop life,
but to enter it.
And from this quiet place,
action learns how to be kind.