Is that you?
Or is it me?
Perhaps it’s something
indefinitely.
Was that them
or was it us?
In between don’t
make a fuss.
Old Zen masters
pop in place
where once I had
an original face.
I know nothing
less than you
and half a lie
is never true.
Climb up the ladder
down the slide
for in-between
one can’t abide.
Make no choice
for it is certain
there is no one
behind the curtain.
Vicki Woodyard
Lovely ~ I enjoyed the poem and the nice illustration ~ Thanks for sharing Vicky. 🙂