Before the frontal office Has a statement to release, Something flickers at the edges And your gaze has left its seat. Two little hills of midbrain, An ancient point of view, Help locate what just happened Before the words come through. Not every rustle means a tiger,🐯 Sometimes it’s just a squirrel.🐿️ Still, somebody has to help us Find our bearings in the world.🌍 Before the story, there’s a turning, Before the words, a subtle pull. Eyes and head and neck preparing So much happens before we know. With DBR, we take it slowly, Give the first response some room. And AT deconstructs the bracing As we notice what comes through. The upper layers look to vision, Deeper layers mix the news: Sound and touch and information That can help coordinate our moves. A quiet sound, a matching movement, Same location, close in time Together they may catch attention Where one alone was hard to find. It’s a map of where it happened, Not a memoir of the day. The cortex has a thousand theories; First, which way? Which way? Before the story, there’s a turning, Before the words, a subtle pull. Eyes and head and neck preparing So much happens before we know. With DBR, we take it slowly, Give the first response some room. And AT dismantles the armoring As we notice what comes through. Superior colliculus Quite a name for little hills. It works with other networks; It doesn’t run the whole darn mill. There’s looking toward an opening, There’s ducking out of sight. There’s more to being oriented Than checking things for fright. An activating stimulus, Then notice what comes first: That tension round the eyes or neck, Before we find the words. Martin Warner’s interweaves Attend the bracing in the way; Before, during, after What is different? What’s the same? No medals for explaining Every flicker as it lands. We can let a moment happen Without drafting twelve more plans. These circuits give a framework, They don’t prove the healing route. We follow what the sources say And leave some room for doubt. A person isn’t just a pathway, Or a diagram in blue. There’s a whole life in this room And we’re listening to you. Before the story, there’s a turning, Before the words, a subtle pull. Eyes and head and neck preparing So much happens before we know. With DBR, we take it slowly, Give the first response some room. And AT deconstructs the bracing As we notice what comes through. Maybe healing has some moments When the world feels wide and new. Not every rustle means a tiger🐅 There’s a squirrel with things to do.🐿️
