Walking the Labyrinth of Compassion
Brings memories as a kind of regression
To that what was and has been
And that what still has to appear
For me to attain a more clear
Vision in the here and now
It is a good exercise, I know
To which I totally bow
And the arriving in the middle
In the stillness, solving this riddle
In my heart
Uniting the contradictions
Of which I still am a part
Because if I could not distinguish
Me and my shadow
I would never be able to reach
The everlasting green meadow
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