Buddha's Middle Path: A Poem

 

Buddha's Middle Path: A Poem

Not black and white, but shades between,

Like dawn to dusk, a world unseen.

No right, no wrong, just paths to choose,

Where bliss can bloom, and hearts infuse.

No clash of ends, a turning wheel,

Two ends we feel, yet make it real.

A line they trace, a single strand,

Held in balance, in your hand.

Join them as one, a blended hue,

Or stand apart, serene and true.

Walk steady now, the middle way,

Where calm resides, come what may.

Walk softly on, with open eyes,

Where earth and sky together rise!