The journey is round and round. There is completion. Oh, but here is the beginning again.
We never know where to begin or where to end. Are we just going ’round in circles? Are we spiraling upward or downwards? Perhaps from side to side?
Do we ever know? Do we ever care?
What is care? Care caresses and holds. Care is gentle. Care is the subtle beauty of the pollen within the flower. Just look at the pollen, nothing more. This is the miracle of nature. Just the pollen, nothing more.
What do we ever know, really. Perhaps all, perhaps nothing at all.
This is the end or the beginning. Do we really know?
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My Labyrinth Journey 