Focus

Breathe in. hold. breathe out. hold. God lives at the end of the exhale. When you first hold at the end of the exhale you will learn of the impulse to live. From the middle, the diaphram, comes an impulse almost too powerful to ignore. Quiet it. and hold. wait. be still. Then breathe.


It seems there is often a smell associated with my best focus. Horse. Leather. Smoke. I don't know if its a brain chemistry thing, or just the way it is but when I am concentrating it helps to be aware of the smells around me.

I have been given the whole world. I am a free man and the world is a gift to me. I can relax and let go of all worries, anxieties, and fears. I trust that my higher power has a plan that includes me and my well being.

That doesn't mean there won't be suffering. There will. Suffering unites us. Gives us common ground. So does joy, but not like suffering.

Focus.

It is a cool morning for July. 60 degrees. I should be riding.

Focus.

I dop down into the rythm of the world around me. A thrum. Vibrate at a lower frequency. Must be some kind of wack job. Sure, but who cares. This is the cats ass. This is what I was made for.

Percieve. Focus. Breathe.