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.
