THE TURNING PATH

THE TURNING PATH

THE PATH THAT TURNS, AND TURNS AGAIN.
EVERY TIME, BACK TO A PLACE.

In the blinding snow, the sun so bright that the trees are lit from beneath, it’s a brilliant day. Light filled.
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 mazement.

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, way-finder?

Tim Girvin | The Island

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