A cloud sits
heavily on my head,
She drops her blessings,
circumspect inner spection
moving into circuits of possibility…
I’m making my own lines now,
defining my path as I go,
we are cosmic dancers moving to grace…
I choose not to follow another’s pattern…
Guided by the labyrinth,
the guardian of spirit,
the Spirit Guide…
I return by the path to follow my path…
Walking the sacred circle
filled with meanders,
walking alone but together…
And they wore red…
Moving now, a rhythm of creativity begins…
Alone, yet with others I find the thread of life…
I weave, I dance, I weave, I laugh, I live,
these are the blessings of life,
that the seeds of the path have sown,
pulling from the past leading to our bright centers,
steps flowing to the love within,
you,
and all.

Poem by: Jane Peck, Agnes Barmettler, Alena Marie, Stella Peterson, Peg Lane, Taffy Lanser, Kimberly Lowelle Saward, Beth Mace, Heather Leavitt, Tera Rae Shores, Anna Yang, Carol House, Lea Goode-Harris, and Leslie Carothers.

Canvas labyrinth painted by Lea Goode-Harris

This poetry labyrinth was donated to the Labyrinth Society’s Silent Auction at the annual 2004 gathering at Camp Courage in Maple Lake, Minnesota, and purchased by Jill Kimberly Hartwell Geoffrion.