Megan laid out a "Labyrinth". a set of ropes on the ground that marked out a path from the outside to the middle. In the middle was a rock with a cross on it. At the entrance, you picked a piece of paper with a meditation outlined on it.
Sometimes the path is narrow.
They are just lines on the ground. I could just step over them. They are like many of the constraints on my life. For one person a guide for another an impenetrable barrier.
Sometimes the path is narrow.
They are just lines on the ground. I could just step over them. They are like many of the constraints on my life. For one person a guide for another an impenetrable barrier.
Gods cross in the middle. I can see it from the outside. As I walk the path I can turn and see the cross. When I reach the cross I can look 360 and see the beautiful world around me.
A child dribbles a soccer ball across. Not recognizing the lines. Not respecting the rules they represent.
The lines make the trip seem long. If the rules wern't there I could get in and out much quicker.
Sometimes I seem to be going backwards. Sometimes when I stop and think, when I start again I am not sure if I am on the way in or out.
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