What brings the rains? What brings the cool winds
that chill our bodies to the bone?
How does a mango ripen in the sun?
And what of grapes? And of persimmons?
And what of the sparrows who have been dancing upon our doorstep
begging for crumbs of carrot cake all day?
And what of this sparrow who has entered this room,
has found a morsel on the floor,
and is eating it now as we watch in utter amazement?
This sparrow with its unique coloring of chartreuse and chestnut
on the back of its neck?
I don't know exactly what meditation is.
I do know how to breathe in and breathe out,
how to focus my mind on what I am doing,
how to empty my mind of all the chatter of the day,
how to sit quietly and just be, how to let go of all worries and concerns,
which is what I have been doing while writing these words.
How else could I tap into the magic which allowed these words
to flow through me, words I do not yet understand.
Thinking always starts again too soon and so suddenly.
Tell me, how do you hold onto mindfulness as you go through your day?