Wordle 709
prowl, beast, claws, shift, mask, strands, twists, temple, wandered, underworld, map, thread
The Labyrinth
“The seeker is the sought.”
— Rupert Spira
The path winds around
Not outward, spiralling in.
No need for Ariadne’s thread here
He’s not trying to get out.
Getting out is not the end,
Not the goal he’s searching for.
So, when his focus shifts
From the temple to the paths
That twist and turn, seemingly at whim.
It slowly dawns upon him—
The underworld is not below,
It is found to be within.
There is no map to guide him—
He is the map, it seems.
He had wandered, prowled
Around the edges of this maze
In the earlier days of his quest
But fearing the enclosed beast,
The Minotaur of fear and doubt,
That prowls the darkened corridors
That traverse across his mind.
The eyes of fear, the claws of doubt,
They pulled him from the edge.
Now, denying Ariadne,
The strands of silken threads
Lead him further in, not out,
And there, in the silence
That was always there,
The mask finally falls away.
He is the temple.
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