Returning to the Source of Things

the many-tentacled being called time  

its suckers clinging to past's futures
and future's past

(when you count down from 100
and lose your place

be sure to return to zero 

resume counting from the middle
in alternate directions simultaneously)

 

The path writhes around

maze, labyrinth, nautilus shell

mosaics laid
in a semblance

of order
focus - but don't fixate -
on the patterns

Yes, there was a time when

the path was more visible

yet not quite parallel to our timeline

despite the general wobble of our
particular landmass 
the path is still there
spiralling

 

Remember the counting
won’t return you to the source
but it stills the mind 

jand so just remember to breathe

pause occasionally between exhales

and remain upright
 

The path is wherever you are

there’s nothing mystical afoot

in this interstitial space
this underworld devoid of

sorcery (although it does
occasionally rise to the surface)