I first walked a labyrinth when I went to a CPSI conference in Buffalo many many years ago. It was a a trip in a different phase of my life when people around me were different, and I was different.
I liked it the moment I walked on it; I was taken on a calm journey of: my life at the time and some of my inner thoughts. Suddenly, nothing else mattered but carrying on the walk in front of you, step by step, thought by thought, until you reached the centre.
Some people in front of me actually walked away, stepped on the lines and left in the middle. I felt like something was abandoned when they did that: a thought, an awareness, an experience.
Recently I've discovered a labyrinth in this little garden near where I live. Not exactly but a resemblence because of it's circular pattern, except that there is no centre I can walk towards. When my mind is filled with a lot of random thoughts, I walk on it and I think to myself -
Life is a pattern
that we walk on without noticing
It requires our concentration
on something we may not know
Instead of walking towards it, we may get out of it
when we are annoyed
bored
sad
or lost
But there is a centre in the end
We walk the pattern
of our labyrinth
every day
Until one day
we see the pattern
at the centre
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