Shitty What might it be like to arrive at an ongoing realization that practice is here?
Practice is here.
Practice is here.
Right here,
Right now.
In the listening to these words,
In the being in this body,
In attending to the breathing,
To the beating of the clock,
To the beating of the heart,
To the beating of the heart.
Practice is also here.
Now.
And now.
It is in the sounds that are always arriving at our ears.
It is in the thoughts which drift through our minds.
Practice is here.
Listen.
Practice is also here.
In the tingling of your hands,
In the aliveness of your seat,
And in the way your feet are making contact with the floor or each other,
Practices here,
That where is your mind right now?
Practices here in the being of present moment experience,
Practices also here in the noticing how distracted we can be at times,
With the knowing that whatever it is that is encountered is in no way a problem,
But only an expression of how things must be,
How they can only be.
Practices here in the celebration of the possibility of leaning towards whatever it is that is arising,
Whether that be internal or external,
Like a sound,
Which may in turn stimulate some inner process,
Indicative of how we relate to that experience.
And it is to make space for it all.
To hold our hands open,
To open our hearts,
To hold it all.
Practice is here.
Practice is here.
