You started meditation
to find more clarity,
more energy.
And you stumbled into
the vast ocean
of the present moment.
You discovered wonder.
No past, no future,
no time left for
anything but gratitude.
That's when waves of
devotion broke over you,
not devotion to a saint
but to your footsteps
through this meadow,
faithfully following
exquisite pathlessness.
Who is your teacher now?
A cluster
of Queen Anne's Lace
on a nodding stem.
The vanishing hummingbird,
hardly even here,
who awoke your silence.
The next breath,
gracing your chest,
her wings the sound of moonlight.
Bow, wherever you are.