The Blossom

I sit in the lotus:
It blooms for me.

I have seen its birth.
I have brought this life
into the world.

The Labyrinth

If you venture down that Way toward your answers,
be careful.

Lest you surrender,
don’t forget your white sails,
don’t forget to trace yourself back to us.

And be mindful of the monster in the middle.

The Web

The spider starts his web out of necessity.

Mechanical and wise, he writes
A perfectly circular argument,
stumping our logicians.
The spiral is his life,
this eight-cornered web his home.
It is not his Way out of the world,
it is his way about it.

He is a machine
that knows the center.

Monkey

Monkey, monkey, monkey in the middle!
We tease you with our tricks,
our changes in direction.

If we only knew your power.

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We see the horizon. We see a straight line.
Here a backlit tree against the sunset,
there a budding flower before the dawn.
We see a day go by. We see another.
The days are full.

Without each other, they are empty.

We step outside, we see the see a way upward and begin to fly.
The horizon bends,
we see the sun,
in night and day,
merge with the earth and come apart
in one image.
They are the same.

We see horizons arc and come around,
to form a majestic “O”;
Zero means emptiness, yes,
but it is also full.

Zen

A crystal of a smile brings out wisdom:

So says the greatest story ever told.

The Question (and the Answer ??)

I laugh
not because you seek
and fail to kill me;
I laugh
because you can really never find me.

The Labyrinth II

When I fell in love,
the walls of my predicament
swelled up around me.
Only one way I could go,
and out was not an option.
Doubt ensued;
the intricacies,
astounding,
pulled me to pieces.

I still can find no answer to the question:
What is waiting for me?