LABYRINTH
I think of the first time, at night, and realize the darkness made it easier because what I couldn’t see could not pique the interest of my thinking mind. In the daylight that mind jumps ahead, is sure it knows what comes next, is very confused by the way the path circles, turning in on itself.
I remember that first time, the full moon, how the u-turns and even walking straight I wobbled not from distraction but from unbalance.
This is not my first time and it is not night. The wind is blowing chillier than anticipated and I am happy for the warm sun, even though the light disorients me.
I hear a morning dove, a woodpecker, a fussy chickadee, a crow, several droning airplanes. I’ve had the wind at my front and back, been welcomed and hugged by a woman whose name I should know.
At the center: phosphorescent green narrows into an O just to the right. Then mauve red then red. Almost a presence – the outline of someone facing me as I kneel.
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I am the one who wanders the labyrinth searching for treasure I already hold; I am the one who is alone but never lost, the one who knows the language of the wind.
I am the one from which two and three emerge,
the container of the whole before gender or color is aware of itself;
I am the one who is thunder dreaming.
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Very musical, great visual impressions. I particularly like “I’ve had the wind at my front and back” which, for me, is a story unto itself. Then, “,,,searching for treasure I already hold…”
Beautiful!