Labyrinth

Have you walked the labyrinth?
Are you walking it now?
When you are close, you may be far.
Distant, you may be near.
The one before you, way behind.
The one behind you, way ahead.
No difference, no equality.
Goals spill back down their paths.
No one designed this.
It was drawn by walking.
At the beginning and the end,
only compassion.
Here, where you press your
bare foot into wet grass,
is the ground of God.