Garden of Two Labyrinths
A Poem
Walking into the garden
My boots crunch the pebbled path
The peace is disturbed
And little creatures rustle in the bushes
.
Between the hedges flutters a green bird
His graceful movement and feathered freedom to be envied
No expectation anywhere no place for him to be
To gayly fly and exercise nature’s liberty
.
I’m out of place in this garden
That is plain to see
They cannot be themselves at all
Until I take my leave
.
I wander through the labyrinth
Of white little seashells
Circling around the red pebble ground
It’s small enough I won’t get lost
But this one within another
.
There is a larger labyrinth
With walls, tall and white
I can see the path before me
But I’m blinded around the bend
.
I fear I’m going in circles
Never to reach the end
Losing no sense of disturbance
My presence is unwanted
.
The maze is a prison
Or maybe it’s a path
To lead me out of suffering
Or to suffer for my past
.
I wish to be the green bird
To fly to peace and freedom
Until I get hungry
And terrorize the worm