Snail

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!