JOHN MCINTOSH
What shows up
Appears for you
Every word spoken
Every moving image
Every song-bird heard
Sings for you
From the crawling creatures
To the gentle sweep
Of infinite galaxies …
All for you
You designed the maze
And in a stupor
Entered unaware
To lose your SELF
And in your sacred architecture
The myriad of possibilities
Were sculpted
To bring you through
And Home again
Take heart
You have never been lost
And cannot fail
To again, find YOU
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