Walking my stone labyrinth again
Attentive to every step
Admiring the stones one by one
And then.....
The insight came that every stone
Is a labyrinth on its own
Each forming a little drop
Adding to the whole
Playing all their very specific role
And my eye fell on one
Forming the perfect cape
To turn into a reflection
Of its own shape
The matching form was found
By just looking around
And build it all in symmetry
A mirror of divine infinity
It lies there, perfectly fitting
In the wholesome knitting
Each drop filling me
With gratitude to be
