It stopped my line of thoughts: A simple seagull Flying through the courtyard, Both wings elegantly spread
It taught me of pure grace And effortlessness, And brought within its trail The simple taste Of bliss — of what is given Down here Not to a deserving one Or any special being But to only a bird passing by In the nonchalance of a fleeting moment; Almost non existing, A ghost within a ghost
It taught me of the ease of being And the silence contained In a movement unfettered. Could I ever feel such joy? Could I ever be brought down To my knees And let myself drift In the same infinite gift Of being. Could I too spread my wings And be given Such a splendid death
It taught me of flow and pride And of oneness too, Of how the bird — any bird Any small creature, Is but a king in its kingdom, And how a glance Though caught elusively Immediately raised me To the rank of prince, And made me feel My own seagull reality, My own soaring into the sky
Miriam Louisa Simons is a retired artist and educator, and the creator of several excellent blogs on the non-dual journey. I’m happy that she is the first friend invited to contribute here. Out of a lifelong dedication to art and spiritual inquiry, she invites us to delve into the image of the Labyrinth, uncover its connections with our life, with grace, until ‘we arrive naked at the freedom that was always there’…
“Do you think I know what I’m doing?
That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself?
As much as a pen knows what it’s writing,
or the ball can guess where it’s going next.”
The Labyrinth is a familiar symbol. Its enigmatic presence has left footprints that fade back into the beginning of the human story. Its origins and its purpose have been rich fodder for research and speculation.
I don’t pretend to know the truth of its tale, but see the archetypal labyrinth as apt visual shorthand for the map of a life, and that’s how its symbolism is used in this little essay.
The many lanes of the Labyrinth are in fact only one long path that winds and twists and turns back on itself as it explores all the territory of a life before arriving at its Heart.
By ‘Heart’ I mean the natural essence of the ‘walker’ of the Labyrinth – beyond both conception and perception – the unknowable and ineffable awareness we nevertheless recognize as our changeless Being.