The Middle Way

The Middle Way

When the possible

splits inelegantly

into yes and no

or love and hate

or life and death,

a maybe may be

found in a flower

around the corner,

already half opened

and aromatic.

If a mindbox

has been closed,

sealed with tape,

and addressed for

a wrong journey,

the stewing inside

may blow it open

along a road up

to now unseen--

new steps await.

When any love

demands any hate

and gets its way,

that way is poison,

but when any hate

allows for any love

and acts within it,

possibilities arise.

Measuring won't find

the Middle Way,

nor asking friends

nor reading books,

but work and watch,

step by day,

and strive and give,

mile by year, until

where isn't it?

Gifts That Stay

Hot Date or Soul Mate?

It All Rises