I move through my world like a stranger Where multiple images collide and fall, Fragments of lakes, eyes.......or a mirror. How to include, make peace with them all? Only your face (is this too illusion?) So poised between silence and speech Suggests that at the center of confusion An inward music is just within reach. Can so much be spoken by an eyelid, or the bent forehead so much light distill? Here all is secret and yet nothing hid, That tenderness, those deep reserves of will. There is no future, past, only pure presence. The moment of a glance is brimmed so full It fuses consciousness to a new balance-- This is the action of the beautiful. Lakes, mirrors, every broken radiance Shine whole again in your reflective face, And I, the stranger, centered in your presence, Come home and walk into the heart of peace.
