Avicenna Myrrha Mystica Annette Neuffer 2016
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In the labyrinth
I have a long way to go. I know it.
What will I encounter? What will happen? I do not know.
Laborious steps, in the harsh headwind. My hands find a foothold in the resinous joints of the stone wall. Saffron threads pull me onwards. Step by step.
My gaze wanders along the wall to the next bend, the next hope.
Having lost all sense of time and space, I follow the twists and turns of the path.
Through wafer-thin beeswax windows I see the outline of a rose. Its scent lures me onwards. Step by step.
The lightness of white blossoms. Memory only?
Step by step. The certainty of arriving at some point keeps me going.
Step by step.
Another turn.
And suddenly I am standing in the middle of the warm, amber light. It flows through every fiber of my body. I hardly dare to move. It stays!
Like a balm, it soothes the wounds of my parched soul, filling me with joy and peace with every breath.
Arrived!
Free!
What will I encounter? What will happen? I do not know.
Laborious steps, in the harsh headwind. My hands find a foothold in the resinous joints of the stone wall. Saffron threads pull me onwards. Step by step.
My gaze wanders along the wall to the next bend, the next hope.
Having lost all sense of time and space, I follow the twists and turns of the path.
Through wafer-thin beeswax windows I see the outline of a rose. Its scent lures me onwards. Step by step.
The lightness of white blossoms. Memory only?
Step by step. The certainty of arriving at some point keeps me going.
Step by step.
Another turn.
And suddenly I am standing in the middle of the warm, amber light. It flows through every fiber of my body. I hardly dare to move. It stays!
Like a balm, it soothes the wounds of my parched soul, filling me with joy and peace with every breath.
Arrived!
Free!
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