Her summons are as mysterious as her paths —
She’s been known to shout,
but more often she announces herself with whispers and dreams,
small intuitions that beckon us.
Sometimes I enter easily
into her generous embrace,
and sometimes my journey goes off-piste
as I explore other interests and calls.
Over time, paths can become obscured
either by the rubble and demands of a busy life
or simply an over-abundance of manicured cultivation…
but underneath, seen or unseen, they remain,
waiting with their wildness.
Something organic exists beneath what the eye can see —
Weedy and exciting,
Seeds of potential for healing and adventure.
Our feet might stumble as they search for the path, but the imprint guides
with a subtlety that belies human intention.
Archetypes do that, for they are the furnishings of our souls;
the labyrinth is the worn rug carpeting the basement of my soul,
cushioning my mortal existence.
I can lower my eyes to walk
within the lines
or I can stray to dance
across the paths with gay abandon…
Lady Labyrinth is always there.
By Kimberly Saward, published in Labyrinth Pathways, August 2026