Labyrinth
© 2007
Dan Johnson

This was not a dream, and it was not drug induced.
On this cold December afternoon
On a college campus, I, along with two friends,
Took a short but memorable journey through a labyrinth.

The journey is to follow a red brick road
To the center of the universe, quietly, reflectively,
Floating towards the center, while in a temporary state of meditation.

As the path goes one way then comes back, it leaves the feeling
That you know you are going to uncharted places, but all sense of direction is gone.
Stil, you know you are moving ever closer toward the center.

One direction corrected by moving in the
Opposite, indeed, I was traveling through
A labyrinth of introspection, ever forward,
Ever towards the mystic, spirit centered middle universe.

There we stood, three of us, visitors to a place where
things can be left, the disposal of heavy stuff; burdens, questions
in addition, yes, sometimes receiving answers. 

One of my friends asked me if I felt a change and in my tell it
Like it is mode, I said I didn’t feel much different than when this
Journey began.  Then it struck me not long after leaving the campus
That my fifteen minutes within the labyrinth lifted my soul.  But I still had questions.