October 11^th, 2019

Mountains crowd around, blocking out roads,
and trails wander bamboo confusions, leaving
guests to stray on clever new paths coming up
or doubt old ways leading people back home.
Hissing cascades murmuring through dusk,
the wail of gibbons howling away the night,
I keep to the inner pattern, deep in meditation,
and nurturing the Way, never wander amiss.