This is where we sit.
Chest up, heart out, door open to whatever comes.
We don’t wait, exactly.
If nothing comes, fine.
If tears come, also fine.
A singing bird alights on the branch of our awareness – laugh.
There is no wrong way to do it. Why feel guilty for joy, and satisfied with suffering?
Holding on to how hard it is doesn’t make us better or stronger. Let it be easy.
Let it fill us up until we can’t hold any more.
Then, pour this light from our hearts and spill it over everyone we meet.
First, we sit.