When things are complex

(as many things are)

oh what a joy it is

to discover the simple!

Layers and layers,

like piled-up cloth 

on a market table,

we slowly lift each fabric

to see its weave--

tightly woven,

our emotions packed in hard,

loosely threaded,

we breathe to find relief.

Oh what a joy it is!

when the cloth,

freshly laundered

and hung to dry,

blows in the wind,

lifting and dancing

in quiet drifts--

the simple emerges,

and we see the gentle horizon,

once again.