I was sitting.
At first, I’m not sure what came first —
the tension in the body
or the contraction in thinking.
Something was tight.
Thoughts about where I wanted my mind to go.
Thoughts about what should happen.
A subtle leaning forward.
That was waiting.
Waiting for meditation to begin.
Waiting for something to shift.
Waiting for a better state.
I noticed it.
And I relaxed.
Not all at once —
but one place at a time.
The jaw softened.
The shoulders dropped.
The belly released.
Then I let go of distracting thoughts
one at a time.
Instead of projecting into the future —
instead of futurizing —
I stopped planning, imagining, wanting.
I called it going from futurizing
to nowing.
From thinking about what would come next
to being here.
The breath became the vehicle.
Mind settling into body.
Body settling into breath.
Each inhale grounding.
Each exhale releasing.
It felt like I was becoming connected to the floor.
As if one simple vertical line —
a steady bar of support —
was holding me upright,
and everything else
could soften around it.
Muscles releasing.
Thoughts loosening.
Effort dropping.
I wasn’t trying to meditate anymore.
I was settling.
Settling into the floor.
Into the ground.
And since the ground itself floats in space,
it felt like settling into space.
Not waiting for something to happen.
Just resting
in what already is.
Spiritual Gravity 