Quiet Breath, Loud Body

I’ve been practicing breathing so quietly that I can barely hear it.

At first, the silence felt like clarity.
I could hear my heartbeat.
Everything seemed simple.

The next morning, the body was louder.

Not distressed.
Just… present.
Sounds I hadn’t noticed before were suddenly obvious.
The heartbeat disappeared into everything else.

I realized I wasn’t losing anything.
I was learning to discern again.

Quiet didn’t mean less.
It meant different.

The body wasn’t asking to be silenced.
It was asking to be heard more precisely.