You are the practice.

You are here to sing and scream. 

You are here to witness beauty and be blind to it. 

You are here to crawl and walk and stumble and fall.

You are here to know joy and sadness, intimately. 

You are here to learn and teach. 

You are here to wake up while falling asleep. 

You are here to dance without moving so much as a finger. 

You are here to blossom and wilt.

You are here to find keys and lose them. 

You are here to shed tears of happiness and despair. 

You are here to fail wildly and succeed triumphantly. 

You are here to know true wealth and experience pure poverty. 

You are here to break hearts and mend them.

You are here to be love through it all. 

That's the practice.

The practice is you.