From Within

But it was not at the moment
of uninterrupted bliss
that the path became clear.
It was in the blinding realization
my eyes were inside me.
I could see in the darkness,
I could hear past the silence,
touch what gray-edged mysteries  
lay beyond the summit
of forgetfulness.
There is no path,
you are already here.

One hand is staying the wheel,
the other is waving home.

Recognition comes from within.

JAL, 3-10-2000