Follow the one who leaves
no footprint.
Let your next inhalation
be the Teacher.
Those who quit seeking
are anointed by Presence.
I give you a solemn promise:
if you follow this pathless way,
a golden flower will softly
silently explode
in the center of your body,
its form the very stillness
between heartbeats.
How can I be so sure?
I have tasted the honey
of grace.
I know where it is stored.
Friend, your inward gaze
will lead you there.

Photo by Kristy Thompson.

The temple bell stops
but I still hear the sound come
out of a flower...