WHICH WAY, GO YOU? THE TURNING PATH
THE PATH THAT TURNS, AND TURNS AGAIN.
EVERY TIME, BACK TO A PLACE.
SNOW IS FALLING.
A DEEPER COLD EMERGES.
And, in the blinding snow, the sun is so bright that the trees are lit from beneath, it’s a brilliant day.
Out in the middle of no where,
there is no way to go,
but back to the center.
And of course there’s a sign there, that says –
“for the path, if there’s any way to go, it’s back to the center.”
There’s a red thread, that will take you there; and there’s a point where it begins, and where it ends. That’s the starting point of the living; and the end of the thread is the dying. It’s the first breath in – the beginning. And it’s the last exhalation — it’s the beauty of the inspiration; I’m here, I’m beginning; it’s my end.
That spiral goes in, goes out.
It is the labyrinth, the place of
I walk in there, when the sign tells me — “go there; go back to the center, the spiral road that will take you out to the end, and up to the mountain vista, off the crag, the valley, the vale — and you just might see it.
Walking in the snow, the bright light of the ice, then I’m looking for the signs.
Wouldn’t that be you,
Wander and wonder on.
Tim Girvin | The Mountains
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