“Untorquing” of the Mind

I pause at the beginning of the Labyrinth. I look around and quietly ask for guidance. As I plant my first step, the mental and emotional torques gradually surface. I breathe in the sight before me.

The Labyrinth reminds me of Dante’s Divine comedy. It has seven rings before one gets to the center. At the core, the tall, cold stone stands beautiful and proud – the ultimate goal of existence. I feel impatience build up with every step that I make. Seeing my goal, I could just leap over the rings and touch it. I tend to be like this with many things. I want it accomplished without flaw in one wink, but I know I must complete the path in order for me to completely understand things.

Life is just like that – a labyrinth. Its core centered in the unicursal path, appears multifaceted to the befuddled seeker. That invaluable prize that will make one feel worthy, beautiful – perfect. As in life, I was only aware of my goal, but the steps were long, winding and unpredictable. There were a number of times when I felt close to the center, but capturing it at an inopportune moment will only lead to a mere mirage. The Supreme Being silently prods me to be a little more patient; I still have a couple more steps to make.

As I diligently trod the path, I started to notice the things around me. The flowers and plants that grow around the path to witness my journey are like the people I hold dear to me – family and friends. They are like the plants within sight, rooted in their respective places, to remind me that they are there with me. They are there to support me, but only I can walk my own path.

After what seemed like eons, I finally reached the center, breathless but happy. I touched the stone and felt its breath under my hands. I have accomplished my goal. I said my prayer of gratitude and stayed until I was at peace. I began my trek back, slowly letting go of the feeling of accomplishment. I gathered and mentally encrypted the memories. They are mine to keep until I reach the end of the path, my last breath. Everything in this life has that one moment that would feel esoterically perfect. Savor it while it is there. Share it. Be thankful. Be content. When it is time to move on, let it go with grace and a smile.

When I got back to my room, I pondered on where I am in my labyrinth. I figured I am still working towards the crux; how far it is to the core, I am uncertain. All I know is that I have to take one step at a time and I will reach my goal when I am ready. I was stuck a number of times, skipped steps, relapsed and lingered in the shadows, but I knew in my heart I must persist. I look around relieved to see that my personal markers are there. I sigh and move on again. I must move forward until I reach my last step, closer to Him.