center

The Center Holds

shadows play
on the river of leaves
stillness inside movement

circle upon circle
the center
echos the edges

at the center
concentration
of life and color

the center holds
so many
reverberations of self

like the eye
of a hurricane
stillness at the center

in the bedlam of branches
some center emerges
the circle where beginnings and endings meet

a psychedelic trip
to the center of the coneflower
where everything is groovy

doubt came
and stole away hope
then the extraordinary beauty
of the ordinary
returned it

the center speaks
to all the beginnings to be
released when the bloom decays

At the center of things
complexity appears simple.

All the mysteries of the universe
are contained
in a wild flower.

The pines encircle the most ancient one
who has lost her needles but not her magnificence.
Sacred is the center.