you can go to all the workshops and retreats

and read all of the books

and do all of the practices

and go to the holy places

and sing the songs of worship

and push your mind and body to the edge

and work with all the gurus and teachers

and do all the right things ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

and yet…

it’s the flutter of a butterfly

a soft kiss from a lover’s lips

the sweetness of fresh berries

the release of tears

a piece of art

the buzzing of a honeybee

a spontaneous dance

the scent of a rose

a breeze against your cheek

bare feet on the earth

the pluck of a guitar string

a burning sunset

a full-bellied laugh

the booming of thunder ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

that breaks your heart open

and brings you

down

to

your

knees

it is speaking, listening, seeing, feeling, moving, acting from the heart

that pulls the sweetest prayer

from your lips

that your tongue

has ever tasted

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