November 21, 2011

Middle Way by Rick Hartwell

Clouds of dark branches
scuttle in the trees overhead,
flowing on a vagrant breeze,
folds of sacramental robes,
uniting in a singular direction,
yet maintaining individuality.

Patterns within randomness
reflected as each turn of leaf
mirrors first pale sky above
then dun of earth below.

Floating branches,
swimming trees,
maelstroms caught
between sky and earth:
cues of the Middle Way;
path between extremes.

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