The Labyrinth Poem by Robert Rittel

Wild overgrown hedges gleam through the mist,
enchanted wildness and curiosity cannot resist.
To experience that longing of its source to claim,
to know that purpose due to some strain.
Pacing along endless entangled hedges,
with distance footsteps echoes, at mental edges.
Round green corridors and spiders stretching time,
every wrong step seams like a web of chime.
All mighty thoughts just simply suggest,
to give the rational mind a rest.
In still the ego dies with a tear as a start,
remembered mantras gushing to the heart.
From spheres to spheres in harmonic ease,
the path more bright speaks melodies.
The pulse of quiet and greatest care,
centerfold and intimate shrine to declare.
Every little love that counts as tiny tickle star,
strength that moves worlds from very far.
One equal temper of a heroic heart,
taken life's mazes to virtues art.
Loving circles in circles of relation,
choices from a free will to free will foundation.
The labyrinth disguised in melancholy blues,
not considering the quiet divine in confuse.