I cannot draw the labyrinth.
Walking it brings wonder, watching
the rocks swirl around me, listening
to the countrysounds, and the breeze winding
through the Ponderosas, noticing
Johnny Jump-ups, like my thoughts
scattered here and there,
never touched by human hands.
1 comment:
It sounds like you have a labyrinth near by. I have some fond memories of labyrinths Speaking of not being able to draw it, I once had a lot of trouble trying to find my way to walk one which was made of paths in snow in my friends back yard. I was at a dance camp one time where we walked the labyrinth each morning after dancing. It was done in a ceremonial way in that we each were greeted to enter spaced out from each other. One thought of the question walking in and allowed the answers to come when walking out ... and answers did come ; revelations for me that changed my life or allowed change in my life. I have walked labyrinths since, but never with such an impact........ Radha
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