Le premier labyrinthe j'ai marchée et j'ai vu est Le Labyrinthe du Cathédral de Notre
Dame en Chartres
J'entends ma voix dans tous les bruites de la monde
You enter with all the dead who have entered the dark before
The souls that continued to enter further to meet their demise
mysteriously the labyrinth appears
Whenever the voices, energies, incessant ideas infiltrating my mind
Begin the cacophony
The center magnetizes me
I cross over many times during one walk with the labyrinth
I've been walking them for 3000 years
Identical patterns surge from my mind across the world
The energy from the ground will cure the ailments of my body
For if I fail to shed the skin
With each new turn the labyrinth takes
I begin to rot in the corps
of sickly flesh
with BARABUTUS
Like that of an invasive vine…
He roots himself inside me
Suffocating me from the inside out
Contemplation
Cycles of life itself and ideologies
Weaving the basket that tells the story of me
Each turn is a shedding that skin must come off
My ancestors in Wick low, Jericho
Under the 7th sisters curse
I meet the pinecone in the center,
I become the blue virgin unearthed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a lovely start, Colleen. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks