We met at the corner
and Don said “let’s go this way” –
on the labyrinth walk
Don mastered measured response.
Our paths crisscrossed often
often when I reversed course –
calm in adversity
Don had been there and done that.
In the labyrinth, the way
is clear and undefined –
a careful companion
Don was prepared to help.
We don’t know, what we don’t know
but we have-to move on –
a practiced gardener
Don cultivated oneness.
To get to the center
requires my persistence –
an accomplished artist
Don fostered my insight.
The zone is transient
and the walk continues –
objectively loyal
Don listened and affirmed.
I give thanks for Don’s presence
in making labyrinth turns,
which need a metanoia –
Don made a difference.
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