I’ve danced with you because I’ve known no other way. I sit still at your feet where the touch of your garment is made easy. I reach always for you.

The light.

And the way is made clear.

Within.

You exist even when I forget my way,

when my attention shifts and clarity goes confused.

Then you call me.

Your voice, an echo that the deepest part of my soul knows. Clouds float away. It is like magic. The sun shows its face. The breeze comes quick to cool.

You balance the way of me.

You give me back to myself, remind me that:

I am whole.

I am complete.

I am on the path.