You have been looking for yourself in all the right places — in the love that held you, in the love that left, in the work that mattered and the work that didn't, in the mirror's daily verdict, in the mind's relentless trial.
You have been looking for yourself the way a wave looks for the ocean — moving urgently toward the very thing it already is.
Stop. Not forever. Just for this breath. This single, ordinary, extraordinary breath.
Feel who is breathing. Feel who has always been breathing. Feel the one who was here before the first thought arrived and will be here after the last one leaves.
That one. That is the one you have been looking for. That is you. It was always you. Welcome home.
— Free Your Mind
Poetry works differently than prose. It does not primarily communicate information. It creates a quality of spaciousness in the mind — a brief opening in the usual stream of thought — through which something more direct can enter.
Read this poem again, slowly. Or simply hold one line. 'The way a wave looks for the ocean.' Let it resonate in your body, not just your mind. Notice what the resonance feels like. That noticing — that feeling — is the practice. The poem is just the door. You are what walks through it.
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