Root access. The kind that doesn’t require a key — just stillness, and the willingness to sit with what’s already running.
I’ve learned more from breath than from any runbook. You can’t curl the body into a new state. You have to wait for it to reconfigure itself.
The terminal waits too. Cursor blinking. Patient as a practiced inhale.
Everything that needs rebooting will tell you when it’s ready.
Feel free to replace with your own poem.