Labyrinths are mind-made
and vanish when the mind stops.
(Do the Minotaurs vanish too?)

Life is a Labyrinth.
Garden gate – Conception.
Front door – Birth.
A thousand mazes
branch off to every room.
Every room with its view
leads to the Back Door.
(Is the Minotaur waiting there for you?)

Are you coming back for more?


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