In the way there are many ways
Many travelers, many destinations.
Along the walk I travel, at times,
With pilgrims sharing the road.
Companions by fortuity or design,
We share a fleeting communal path.
But when I turn left and they turn right
Are we strangers anew, diverging?
To all my comrades on the path
I send this standing invitation:
When I find myself on the middle way
I will look for you, friends reunited.
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Behold This Swarthy Face”)
Life Immense 