each morning it speaks 5
in the body’s smaller words 7
rising then it falls 5
soft corrections of itself 7
tides returning without haste 7
sugar drifts in peace 5
leaning toward a calmer shore 7
as the night instructs 5
how to come back to the day 7
with a gentler discipline 7
pressure hums its chords 5
two hands resting on one door 7
opening and closed 5
in the rhythm of the dawn 7
steadying the waking hour 7
heart keeps its counsel 5
green pulse threading through the chart 7
settling as it learns 5
how a month becomes a map 7
of the body unclenching 7
not triumph, not fear 5
just the slow mathematics 7
of easing into the world 7
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 5:43 AM UTC
each morning it speaks 5
in the body’s smaller words 7
rising then it falls 5
soft corrections of itself 7
tides returning without haste 7
sugar drifts in peace 5
leaning toward a calmer shore 7
as the night instructs 5
how to come back to the day 7
with a gentler discipline 7
pressure hums its chords 5
two hands resting on one door 7
opening and closed 5
in the rhythm of the dawn 7
steadying the waking hour 7
heart keeps its counsel 5
green pulse threading through the chart 7
settling as it learns 5
how a month becomes a map 7
of the body unclenching 7
not triumph, not fear 5
just the slow mathematics 7
of easing into the world 7
Practicing chōka form - From the graphical representation of my morning blood sugar, BP, and heart rate measurements.
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