The Labyrinth of You: Poetry


Startled by the fact
And the noise,
The issue and the drama,
She waited,
Listening to the beat
Of a synchronized
Conjoining that only
She could imagine
~
The Crone 
spoke to me
In dreams,
Asking me if 
I believed
In love

I answered in 
the affirmative,
Touched her hand 
with mine
And wondered
Where this would lead
~
So, too, then
The story unfolded
before her
~
The women closed
Their eyes in solemn prayer;
Eventide had arrived,
They lifted hands
And whispered there,
Grateful to be alive
~
There,
Behind Alexandria,
On a path 
laden with Gold
Stood a doorway
To a tree
Whose fruit
Would last for all time
~
It is a riddle, you see:
The key to the kingdom
Is the bridge to Eden,
which is the gateway of
Knowing who you are
~
Be like the rock,
See who you are,
For my part:
I am a small woman 
with so much heart
~
The rule was written
and it must be heard again:

Be as you will be
BUT let it harm none
~
Remember
And recall lives
half-lived
With errors:
these are clues
to the journey
towards your 
inner sanctuary
~
Get lost in 
the labyrinth
Of YOU,
and recreate yourself
one decadent age 
at a time.



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