It never ceases to amaze meâyou follow the path of the labyrinth in to your own center and, if you look long/deeply enough, it opens out onto/into the entire universe. Kabir (version by Robert Bly) says it better than I:
Inside this clay jug are canyons
and pine mountains
And the maker of canyons
and pine mountains,
All seven oceans are inside,
and hundreds of millions of stars.
The acid that tests gold is there,
and the one who judges jewels,
And the music from the strings no one touches,
and the source of all water.
If you want the truth,
I will tell you the truth,
Friend, listen:
The God whom I love is inside.