This thought. Now that one… that thought—Yum! Now this one—
Like a party spilling out from the living room,
chit-chattering peels off and mushrooms in dim corners—
So I chit vrit along Jersey Avenue, imagining Bobby McFerrin singing it:
Excitement. Fear—big puddle! Leap! Land—Ahh—
Bare branches above me: sinewy, darkly elegant—a reprieve—
I see for moments bare with love: tree—
Lucky me rippling away between the trees, healthy and able. Today.
Today I wander toward their breathful stillness.
At home, I touch my index finger to my thumb—chit!
then middle—then ring—chit vrit chit vrit!
Last is pinky—breath smoothing. Breath smoother. Just a sitting monkey now.
– Kathleen Kraft
To begin to learn about chitta vritti, read Yoga Sutras 1:1 to 1:6 by Patanjali