The Secret of The Ancient Maze

While secret angels watch my steps
I walk inside a maze at night
I`ve heard about an ancient myth
excitement grows, so I turn right

I find small cracks in glossy walls
the maze it lights all by itself
how could this be? Inside this cleft?
I walk and wonder, then turn left.

No, right it was, or how was this?
I get confused by all this “same”,
all cracked up walls, although in light
I start to feel the loss of bliss.

How could I think that this was smart!
Or wait a minute – never did,
just heard this myth and wanted more,
it spoke all clear and bright to heart.

And now, the longest passageway,
in endless steps, I walk again
and maybe now I wished I stayed
in velvet bed, escaped from rain.

But here I am, oh well I might
as well begin to find the trail
I dreamt of clouds and ancient arts
and in this room: I found The Grail.

But now I heard this strangest noise
a growl or something from within
it was like screams from forest depths
and I`m quite sure it`s not my kin.

I want to turn, to go back home,
but all behind me stops to glow
It`s like I need to see and choose
what`s done is done, and now I know.

So choice is made, I have to walk
towards this creature in the night
although the screams get to my bones,
I walk with safe and loving light.

Oh my, these walls! But finally!
I get to see an end in sight,
and now, this ends quite frightfully
my meeting with the darkest night.

And there it is, this beast of old
it searches in the open air
a beast like this with feet of mold
with dirty, smelly, ugly hair.

It senses me, yes this I see,
but now it`s quiet as myself
it`s like it asks me of my plea
it hurts and cries – like inner self.

At end I dare to get it close,
it`s blind, it doesn`t see me there,
but oh, it senses and it knows
and in its eye, I see a tear.

I touch its head, and then I feel,
this growling deep inside of me
a sorrow lost, I need to kneel
I need to set this feeling free.

And now the beast, it starts to glow,
its eyes can see the sights again,
and I feel inner peace and flow
and heavy, healing, pouring rain.

The secret angels reappear
and give me smiles of warmth and love
they free the beast from chain and snare
and then return back to above.

At last, I stand, alone in maze
I thought was meant for Holy Grail
but all was test of inner praise
of mind and body, although frail.

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  1. Sadah sier:

    This is nice.

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    1. Thank you Sadah! And what a wonderful blog you have! Will look into it absolutely


      1. Sadah sier:

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      2. Absolutely! How do I do that?


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      4. Thank you – I will do it next time I am logged in.


      5. Sadah sier:

        It is not a wordpress site.

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