Some of us, Some of them...which is Us

The same path
we walk
among some
of 'them'
among some
of 'us'

Always
so close
and Always
so far...

The Path of the Labyrinth

And the Monks discovered



new ways to go...



even higher...!




By following the Path that leads



to the Center of the Labyrinth.

One busy Morning at 8:00 AM

Around eight
This morning…
While waiting for the bus
That would take me to work…

I noticed the pigeons
Jumping from
the electrical wires
like musical notes
escaping from their clef

I saw them
Dived with their
Wings wide open
Down towards
an oblivious busy city

Their silent flight
piercing trough
the traffic
the noise
and all
the clamor below

I saw them dancing
As fingers do
when playing with
The cords of a guitar

I heard them
writing in the air
their voiceless music

A melody that continued
even when my bus
finally arrived…