A feeling rises in the body Before a single word appears Electric pulses through the system Then interpretation interferes Pressure moving through the chest Thought arrives to translate it Turns a moment into meaning Turns sensation into myth The nervous system sends a signal Then the mind starts drawing lines Predicting futures from vibrations Building stories in real time Just sensation Then narration Mind translating Every vibration Something gets felt Then the voice says “this means this” Just sensation Not identity Thunder rolling through the distance Clouds don’t call themselves afraid Rivers never label movement Skies don’t freeze themselves in place But one reaction in the system Can become a whole belief One contraction gets repeated Now the story feels concrete The body tightens The body softens But the voice keeps naming storms Turning passing waves of energy Into something called “the self” Just sensation Then narration Mind translating Every vibration Something gets felt Then the voice says “this means this” Just sensation Not identity Before the label Before the fear Before the meaning appeared There was only movement Only rhythm Only life happening here No permanent conclusion No fixed identity Just signals moving through awareness Before the commentary Just sensation Then narration Mind translating Every vibration Something gets felt Then the voice says “this means this” Just sensation Not identity Storm passes through The sky remains Thought keeps talking But nothing stays Just sensation… Not identity…
