Each moment adds to my wealth.
Each instance satisfies all five senses.
I collect these moments.
I sit still.
I practice Art of Observation.
No guide is needed - only one rule exists.
The one pre-requisite is to allow boundaries
To melt away.
The richness can be fully grasped
Only when I recognize that leaves, and pigeons, and the sidewalk dust,
my skin - are all part of one.
I'm still.
I cease the movement, habitual rush forward:
Towards achievements, goals and destinations.
In temporary stillness, I observe.
Movement has its merits
But lack thereof is priceless.
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