~Labyrinthine~
Jan. 27th, 2004 09:59 amThe intricacies of the heart,
twists and turns,
woven maze of severed links.
The juxtaposition
of compassion and heartache.
Wondering aimlessly,
stumbling from one corner
to the next.
Just when the daunting
of the culmination is near,
you round another spiral.
Step by step,
moment by moment,
the wishing and the longing.
Is it the internal
or the external
for which we are seeking?
Corybantic we run in circles,
passing ourselves at
each circumduct.
The labyrinth of compassion
is often wound too tight.
Spinning and gyrating,
bouncing off the walls
of an ever present lucidity.
Instead of obstructing our paths
with thoughts and convolution,
why not be precocious
in our approach.
Our souls know which direction
to take for serenity.
But yet by contemplating
every corner, we build
barriers to that which we seek.
Break them down.
Triumph over them.
Walk the labyrinth in confidence.
twists and turns,
woven maze of severed links.
The juxtaposition
of compassion and heartache.
Wondering aimlessly,
stumbling from one corner
to the next.
Just when the daunting
of the culmination is near,
you round another spiral.
Step by step,
moment by moment,
the wishing and the longing.
Is it the internal
or the external
for which we are seeking?
Corybantic we run in circles,
passing ourselves at
each circumduct.
The labyrinth of compassion
is often wound too tight.
Spinning and gyrating,
bouncing off the walls
of an ever present lucidity.
Instead of obstructing our paths
with thoughts and convolution,
why not be precocious
in our approach.
Our souls know which direction
to take for serenity.
But yet by contemplating
every corner, we build
barriers to that which we seek.
Break them down.
Triumph over them.
Walk the labyrinth in confidence.