I had a phone call this morning from a dear friend telling me that Prapto, the Javanese movement artist and teacher who has had a profound influence on me in recent years, had died. During the night before, I could not get to sleep because a poem was insisting on being written, so I kept getting up to write the lines down as they came through. I looked at it this morning and it made deep sense to me.
When desire is not enough,
when the train has left the station,
the expectant traveler stranded alone
on an empty platform and
the heart says, there is nothing
here for me now,
when there is no possibility of returning,
the desired destination unattainable,
then an unexpected stillness arrives
and opens its doors –
Choose to step on board
carrying your open, aching heart.