You sit down to be still, and within seconds your mind is everywhere — the unanswered message, the thing you said yesterday, the list waiting the moment you stand up. You start to think you're bad at this. You're not. That's just what a mind does.

Out here, the birds keep crossing the sky — one, then another, drifting through and gone. You don't chase them. You let them pass, and the sky stays the sky.

Your thoughts are like that. The practice was never to stop them — only to stop chasing them. To sit still while they cross, and notice you are not the birds.

Let the next thought come, and let it go on by. Then the next. That's all presence is. Not an empty mind — a returning one.

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