The Day Will Come

The day will come

when you no longer

count your breaths,

no longer pray

for a blessing,

no longer wait,

no longer

wait...

The day will come

when you can do nothing
but sink
into the ocean

of the effortless,

which is the space

of the heart, and hear
the Beloved's name,

like the hollow

of a golden flute

played by no one

but the softest breeze

just after dawn.
I think that every
morning is this day,
this invitation.