For the Feast of Doubting Thomas (Dec. 21)

Follow the ones who leave
no footprints.
We who stop seeking
are anointed.
Let the next inhalation
be your teacher.
When you need
a prayer, an antiphon,
chant this:
"My chest always already open.

My chest always already open."
I give you a solemn promise:
If you take the pathless way
a golden flower will softly

silently explode in your body,
the very motion
of your heart's stillness.
How can I be sure?
I have tasted the honey.
I know where it is stored.
In your wound, my friend,
in your wound.