The Maze of Truth

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.