Longing as the Doorway

Sit quietly with one hand on the centre of the chest. Bring to mind a longing you carry, the one you do not always admit to, the wish to see a parent who has gone, to be with someone now far, to finally feel at peace. Let the longing rise up fully in the chest, without explaining or fixing it. Stay with its texture, its weight, its warmth. The longing is not a problem to be solved. It is the heart still pointing toward what it loves. That pointing is itself a kind of prayer, older than any words you might give it.