The Labyrinth of Life
Don’t hand me your hindrances!
O’ Odyssey… your labyrinth only
sweetens my obstacles. Where Trojans rush
aside, I will find your Napier bones. Although
you test my humorous side, and expand
my melancholy. I will follow your clever trip.
Evocative and distinguished ship. On
ocean waves, we’ll ascend the swells
of distress. Particles of this painful push
preserve the lonesome narrators. Following
the universal hum…I felt
an alignment in rhymed meter, and
sensed a bosons event. With this I sniffed
the dusty Artemis petal, which flourished on
diverse idea’s…Yes, I tasted the saucy
verse of Aristotle, which oft’ farad
a phrase. Originally life had many
translations to form, but now
they’re combined into a collective…
storm. We’re not held together by
a rage within the elements. An ardent curiosity
reveals our need to become,
completely receptive and co-exist;
while finding the paths, together
through our common labyrinths.
We could line up, and go find God…
to thank Him for all creation.
We can reach His Heavenly
ordained expanse, because
the End… is not…Inside,
our human cycles!
However, our patron journey
with this Earthly labyrinth…
Will eventually stop.
Written By: Delores M. Sparks
Copyright 2008
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