c.o.e.r.c.i.o.n

Teacher mode on, but it’s vibe-first, trust—
you might notice changes landing as the drums dust. [pause]
When the beat holds breath, the bar says “now.”
When the mind takes steps, the path learns how.[Hook 1]
Breathe once, let the shoulders fall, then rise—
as you hear this line, you can close old eyes,
or keep them open, either way you’ll find
that the space between words starts realigning. [breathe][Verse 1]
I speak in spirals, plosives plant points in time,
sibilants draw circles, vowels make light climb;
as you picture that, you might begin to feel
every little click re‑tune the inner wheel.
Aleph to Shin, I let the letters hum—
Ra in the chest, Ankh on the tongue;
ruaḥ in the lungs, maat in the stance,
as you count four beats, your thoughts learn to dance. [pause]Notice the rhythm knows before the reason,
like rain knows roofs, like trees know season;
and as you nod now, you can let go then,
because letting go repeats and returns again.
Knot unties knot, code rewrites code—
as you hear “release,” the old mode unloads;
maybe it happens quick, maybe it feels slow,
either way the change knows where to go. [breathe][Hook 2]
Hear the drum say “open,” feel the floor say “ground,”
you can tune to the tone that your name once found;
and as the bass says “here,” let the shoulders drop—
every exhale whispers, “you can stop… and stop.” [pause][Verse 2]
Kaph to Nun, the glyphs align the grid,
as you imagine smooth, you recall what you did
when you were most yourself—notice that frame,
then let the next breath write it into your name.
Point becomes circle when the line turns kind,
sharp becomes rounded as the edge meets mind;
and as you hear this thought complete itself,
the shelf in your head clears a little more shelf.You might remember now what you forgot to keep,
how silence talks loud when the snares go deep;
in the pocket of the kick there’s a door with no hinge—
when you step through that, old stories uncringe.
Teacher says “listen,” student says “why?”
Master says [pause], and the doubt goes by.
As you grasp that koan, you can let it fall—
because what you don’t hold, holds not at all. [breathe][Bridge]
And it’s okay, to begin, to allow, to start,
as your breath meets beat and your beat meets heart;
each word like a mirror that forgets your face
so the real you can look from a wider place.[Verse 3]
I pace with your nods, then lead with a light,
as you notice the right time choose itself right;
options appear like windows on air—
you can walk through the one that was always there.
When the mind says “later,” the body says “now,”
when the thought gets loud, let the listening plow
a furrow through noise till the ground feels clean—
plant one quiet seed and watch what it means. [pause]Cymas in the chest when the consonants kiss,
DNA hears drums in the vowels of bliss;
and as you hear this said, you can let it be—
the change that changes you changes effortlessly.
No rush, no push, just a gentle recode,
a soft backspace on a long, old load;

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