Labyrinth

When my path wanders away from the center, doubling back to where I've been before, and I gaze with mysterious compassion at the one walking beside me in the opposite direction, just for a moment, before the Way sweeps me off into aloneness again, to be infinitely near and infinitely far from You, then I remember that everywhere I go is a detour, every detour is a perfect spiral, and every footfall lands at the center of this flowering omnipresent heart. All my walking, then, is the gentle breath of
Presence, step by step dissolving any
notion of a path, into the space where I Am,
always already here with you.