Meditation
cannot be taught
or practiced,
but the breath of Grace
may be poured
into a grateful heart.
One calls herself
a 'teacher,'
one calls himself
'practitioner,'
but who planted
the doing-seed?
In what dark loam?
Being is the teacher,
no other.
Being is the practice,
wu wei.
From depth unto depth
flows one ancient breath.
Between my chest
and yours
flows one ancient river
of Joy.
Photo by Laurent Berthier
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