Can anyone ever truly slip free from survival’s grip?
After all the workthe breath, the grounding, the endless tending to the nervous system,the slow climb back to alignmentDoes it ever end? Will it?
Do we ever stop looping through the same familiar storm,and simply be,not as a performance of peace,but as peace itself?
I wonder.
Those who seem to live beyond the noisewho speak in the language of wisdom,whose lives look like open skies while ours feel cagedCan they really free from the loop of being in a survival mode?Have they found a way to liveuntouched by the old pulse of survival?
I wonder.
