🎭The recreation of the Maze of creation🔮
I get it. Some of our remotest distant ancestors set much store by the creation and maintenance of these turf and stone and rock carved mazes.
They also venerated their uncomplicated maze motifs in their decorative jewellery, metalwork. I speculate how they danced their Maze dances by firelight and feasting.
We see landscapes where the wind-blown engravings of their Maze representations question our eyes today, thousands of years after they were graven onto vertical faces of stone.
It seems perfect to me that the depictions we are shown are devoid of people walking or standing inside the boundaries they figuratively present.
Only visualise the boundaries as representations of our journey.
Beginning. End. Mystery.
The viewer sees the journey. The Journey invites the viewer.
Life is the universal invitation to take the simplest line between two footsteps and repeat until the sun has set for the last time.
There is no question; the answers throng the lifelines.
No more mysterious and no more obvious challenge exists than to step out onto the lines of our lives, foot by foot, word by word.
When our hearts do this, we find peace through the acceptance of all eventualities, and our blood flows us on the way of the Maze.
The face of the carved Maze is weathered by so many cycles of the sun and moon. It is not raised high for eyes to see from all horizons, like the pyramids.
The Maze is a factual organic, circular statement. It reads, “That which is to be begun, will end to begin again endlessly.”
No monument shows with such understated elegance and enduring eloquence the peace and the humble privilege that is in the living of life.
I read the Maze as an open invitation to infinity. Within the limits of vision of my own boundaries, I return to my little mantra:
“Love is present EveryNow”