San Miguel de Allende, Mexico

They come and go like the rain of San Miguel.

Thoughts.

At times I follow them. Other times I notice them and inquire from where they have traveled, and to where they desire to go. There are times when I stop them. To redirect them. Lead them in the direction of truth.

This is the practice of life:

We bring ourselves back.

It happens only after we’ve accompanied them into the crevices inside of which they reside. To know their story is to free ourselves of our own.

Sit.

I sit in order to hear, in order to listen. Clarity comes at the arrival of my attention one-pointed:

Self.

I hear God in those moments. I feel the presence of my father. Angels fill me to feeling. I stand in the light.

This is why I sit:

To know.