By Julie Ryan
When I cannot be with you
my feet begin to search
for a wide, quiet space
to silently circle
just as yours
are doing now,
for the gentle rhythm of
left foot,
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By Julie Ryan
When I cannot be with you
my feet begin to search
for a wide, quiet space
to silently circle
just as yours
are doing now,
for the gentle rhythm of
left foot, right foot
in breath, out breath
treading our way
into silence.
At the appointed time
when I cannot be with you
this body finds a cushion
to rest on, knees
touching earth,
hands cupping peace
breathing the air
of our one sky.
In the space of no-thoughts
the well of Being
sends up its purest, refreshing
springs, and you,
and you, and you
and I
can drink.
We feel ourselves lifted,
an unnamable buoyancy.
The tug of some fine, thin
thread connects us
each silent prayer
a golden web fine
as spider silk, invisible
as air. On it we can throw
the entire
weight
of our lives.
It is here I rest
wherever I am
when I cannot be with you
and it is the appointed time.
Julie Ryan practices with the Awakening Heart Sangha in Dallas, Texas.
