Here in this space I am made welcome.
There is something which allows me
to enter within some greater mind.
It is here that I first learnt
to detach my consciousness
and trust others to anchor my soul,
to see the ego’s identity
merely as gatekeeper, aggrandising
its role by masking my inner being.
There is something unique about
this goal-less space, where all contribute
yet which no one person leads.
It is a constant affirmation:
that there exists within the human
spirit a profound capacity
for wholeness: that where there is
goodwill there is spontaneous healing
for all the griefs of humankind
a world made new and green as spring,
suddenly perfect, like virgin snow,
where all is soft & trembling with love.
This is the route to the maze’s heart,
the secret path that avoids dead ends
and synchronises death and birth.
It is an everyday miracle,
an always-to-be-discovered oasis
that cannot be made yet which always is.