The first bite—
warm, rich, surprising.
A pause.
You feel it fully:
texture, spice, softness.
Then the next.
Not the same,
but part of the same story.
Each taste connects
to the one before,
and the one to come.
Midway through,
you forget to notice—
just eating,
just being.
Then you remember.
Slow again.
One bite—
this one—
is the whole meal.
Satisfaction doesn’t wait
at the end of the plate.
It lives
in the moment you taste
what’s already here.
Spiritual Gravity 