A breath’s journey to the heart

To come to the heart,
Go find a breath.
Ride with it lightly,
Let it become subtler,
Simpler.
Go further; draw back gently the curtains of mist.
Let the day be warm,
And the breath know its own paths.
Don’t fall away as the breath turns,
Neither move at speed nor go too slowly,
As one breath moves towards another.
Make the transition smooth,
Go easy but not too much.
Explore the space but don’t lose your bearings.
Pay attention,
Make the breath finer and still more.
Till there is just breath and no more.
Rest here and watch
Neither move away nor hold on.
Have we come near?
How will we know
If we haven’t known before?
Is it a place? A perception? A state of being? A knowledge?
Is it hidden? Or do we hide from its brilliance?
The breath will know.
Let it show you.
The heart of the breath.