in synch

Middle Way

I have found beginnings
of my middle way,
coming round full circle
after touring the world
in many pieces
and putting them together.
I can see truth and wisdom
on paths I believed
opposed my own;
what seemed contrary
belongs now in my larger world

where, almost surprised
I find myself centered,
somebody at home.

new day

The blind king no longer hides and by midday light finds every corner.
Perceiving players and plots unite,
the inevitability of truth,
at sundown the king declares all is well
and vanishes.

(for Oedipus)

in time

reflections

who knows
what is there

crow

the bird I see
most often now