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.
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