Follow

Follow the one who leaves
no footprints.
Let the next inhalation be
your teacher.
Those who stop seeking
are anointed by Presence.
If you need a sutra, a prayer,
just say, "My heart always
already open.”
I give you a solemn promise.
If you follow this pathless way
a golden flower will softly
silently explode 
in your body,
the very form of stillness
between breathing
out and in,
its fragrance pervading
both laughter and tears.
How can I be sure?
I have tasted the honey.
I know where it is stored.
In you, my friend,
in You. 

Photo by Kristy Thompson