The Sit
Ten minutes.
A chair is fine.
Nothing fancy.
Close your eyes
and find one sensation.
The breath at the nose.
The weight in the chair.
An itch.
An ache.
And just watch it.
Don’t fix it.
Don’t scratch it.
Watch it the way
you’d watch weather.
It will change.
It always changes.
That’s the entire secret.
The one the mountain retreats
charge ten days of silence for.
Everything rises.
Everything passes.
Including the thing
you’re currently sure
you can’t survive.
From chapter eight
Everything rises. Everything passes.
One sensation, watched like weather.