Not a Ladder. Not a Maze. A Path

by P. Glenn

Some were handed a ladder and told it led to heaven.
Climb, they said. Be holy. Be faithful. Be better.
But the rungs never ended.
And the higher you reached, the more it hurt to fall.
The ladder made grace a height.
And you? Always beneath it.

Others wandered a maze - full of mystique, shadow, and symbol.
It was rich with questions but empty of arrival.
So many turns. So few truths.
The maze invited you in, but rarely let you out.
You weren’t ascending…
You were disappearing.

But the labyrinth -
The labyrinth doesn’t test you.
It companions you.
It asks no belief, no confession, no performance.

It simply waits…
As you walk.
Turning in. Turning out.
Coming back to where you began -
but never the same.

It doesn’t change.
But you do.
It’s still it.
And you’re more you.

This isn’t woo-woo.
It’s waking up.
It’s walking with a path that doesn’t judge you -
Only joins you.

A path, not to escape life -
But to reenter it whole.

“All traditions held paths. This one still walks with you.”
“It’s still it. And you’re more you.”

Now I understand why I’ve always returned to the labyrinth, even when I didn’t know I was walking one.