I used to think that there was a formula or a set "way" to follow,
but the inner journey seems to have no one course.
Only that hands must be empty,
Heart must be seeking.
Treasured conclusions must be set aside.
Beliefs are small in front of Divine
rightness.
It doesn't matter what I hold to be true.
All that matters is what is.
Such emptiness the Spirit demands
Such childlike trust
Such wanting