The Labyrinth
alone
I walk the labyrinth
bared sole and eyes closed
feeling my way along a Path unseen
another
feels her way with bared soul
alone
alone
in my darkness
she passes unseen
with Namaste
not alone
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other, doesn't make any sense. - Rumi
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Revised on August 2nd.
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