I am a snail
who carries the labyrinth
of this city in my soul.
My soul is a labyrinth
I’ve journeyed to the core.
I’ve heard the twelve voices
turn to colors,
form petals
of the radial flower.
I was born slow.
I turned deep.
I begin to blossom.
Once in a while our posts will turn to our personal myth, the fruit of a years-long vision quest. What does this have to do with life in Paris? You’ll see!