Labyrinth of Life

The flow from that center, the hot depth of the earth Hell inside of our chest our treasure not of gold but with worth The simlitude of man and the dirt, the accumulation of bodies in the Earth. The likeness of the start and the end, the process the seasons rotate time and time again The sun and its light bringing life down and our sight The visual of the mind and the the world unto which we are blind Bound by the process a whole circle of things day and night fall winter summer and spring How do the lillies grow and the sparrow find a way The same understanding and unity despite if you have wisdom about it at the end of the day Surely the end is upon us and the likeness better be in the mirror, Not in just thoughts but your actions acknowledging him be in fear Fearful it is to fall into the hands of a living God, at the end of our life he will not stand and applaud But despite any idea or question you think you will have, He is the Almighty and all will crumble before him flat He is HOLY He is GOOD He is all that we must see and in us he will lead us as he should Only if the dirt has held its worth Back to the masses in the dirt