Flesh a vehicle,

breath a vehicle,

mind a vehicle.

Who is the traveler?

Where is she going?

Departure and arrival

are rehearsals

for some sweet stillness

beyond space.

Where you want to be,

my love, you are.

How could you conceive it

unless you're already there?

The traveler

is the destination.

Discard these wheels,

these wings, this motion

called wanting. 

Now, with nowhere to go,

Whirl your body on one toe.

Dancing wherever you are

is the goal of this journey.