Crossroad

The crossroad is pathless
here, at the center of your body,
where one breath pours into another.
Meet me here and I will change you
like a beam refracted through a lens of sap.
Meet me here and you will change me
like a meson colliding
with the dark particle of its other self.
This circle is already full
before it becomes the world.
Find your way home, get lost
in all directions at once:
this is called the center.
I will let you wander through me.
May I wander through you?
This is called the heart.
Arrive, speaking the master's words.
Depart, singing your own song.


(A Poem from my book, 'Wounded Bud')