In a maze I am,
lost in a flower. 

Going around.

Searching for
you, purpose. 

If there is no love,
there is no purpose. 

What is a purpose,
but an excuse 
to hide oneself 
from the truth!

There is no purpose,
but this instant. 

Behind the maze, there is a holiday present,
the present moment, a gaze with momentum,
going around with purpose, to see the flower
behind this maze called phenomenal experience,
a world blossoming with lingering buds of time. 
The truth is this instant. The maze is the way we find ourselves lost although being within the truth. You can only be safe if this instant is guaranteed to be love.
Signature Lina Ru