
source url Desert Labyrinth ©2013 Bo Mackison
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Labyrinth, A Journey
see url I walk in circles, around and back, around and forth.
go to link There is a beginning, a middle, an end.
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https://getdarker.com/editorial/articles/358rxy3vg1 Guided by lines of crooked rocks
and an invisible hand on my shoulder,
subtle pressure encouraging me forward.
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turn after turn
towards center.
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The labyrinth’s center is marked with a large pock-marked rock
the bearer of mementos and memento mori –
small stones, rings and bracelets, army dog tags, holy cards.
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I move on
no longer walking a meditative pace.
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I seek to cast aside these memories that haunt.
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I do not disregard the worn path, the boundary of rock,
the unspoken rule of the labyrinth.
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the labyrinth expels me from its sacred interior
into this other world.
follow link A ghost keeps vigil, its eyes the eyes of the cactus wren
perched on the thorny spire of a tree cholla.
Its whisper, low and moaning, travels in the arroyo
and disappears in the swirling winds.
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All is well.
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https://penielenv.com/044gywjbrh Posting a desert-related poem each day in April, National Poetry Month. Updated poems from my blog archives, new poems written as sacred practice, and selected, favorite poems from other poets. Today’s poem inspired by a labyrinth walk at the edge of the desert, and yes, the desire to flee past ghosts. And the decision not to.