viii.

what path leads
to true freedom?
the subtle release
along the road,
where birds merge with sky,

where sea swallows cloud,
vanishing into vastness.
that is where true paths lead;
not in seeking,
but in being found.

the unsought trail
cannot be followed,
only revealed.
center remains within,
stillness beneath waves.

singing bowls reverberate,
ringing round eternity’s rim,
calling the seeker home;
a ripple returns to shore,
no longer separate.

the savior waits
in the mirror,
the teacher speaks
in wind, in silence;
we need only listen.

lex