Notes from the Mat

Simplicity of a practice with the devotion of a lifetime, to achieve what is already present. I sit on my cushion with the inhale and exhale of breathe, my body becomes barely noticeable to my waking thought. Ambient music, wind rustling, birds chirping, sounds arise in a solitary instant. No direction of resonance only the total encompassing condition. This is being centered, a term I can only express in sentiment, not a definable word that I can explain in characterization.