Overseeing again
the panaroma
of my self made labyrinth
Got a feeling
of coming home
Those stones holding memories
so precious
of all those years
since this was built
My journey
starting from myself
to myself
a road that walks itself
I walked it again
allowing my memories to flow
and to know
that in the middle of it all
It is me and only me
in a unity of triality
that holds the riddle in her hand
Body, mind, soul
a wholesome threesome quality
In my own very personal land
of Lore
where I am for sure
happy to be
forever more
