Friday, 11 March 2016

Without Time

I walked a labyrinth last night.

Each time I opened my eyes while on the path I didn't know if I had been standing still for a thousand years or ten seconds.  

The idea that I could have an out of body experience for the asking drifted through my head.  I decided against it.  Not because the idea was frightening - impossible to be frightened in the labyrinth, but because I was mildly concerned about getting back.

About wanting to come back - 

the place of no time was so peaceful. 

Eventually the path led me out of the labyrinth.

As instructed I turned back to face the entrance and said, "Thank-you".

And then I left.

Somehow a very different person.