Phaistos Disk

Wheel with ancient signs read from outside to center That is what they saw when labyrinth they would enter In this castle in labyrinths’ center among ancient figures and armor Among onyx pearls and amber Stood a disk made of clay like a bowl Minoans who made it in mind had some kind of goal No one knows precisely its role But it is my guess it had something to do with the soul The disk in my opinion is like pupil of an eye No more hindered then existence or lack of growth hinders azure sky It is choice of one’s own destiny that like an eagle will fly The spirit beyond last deepest place untouchable and perfect there will lie Like Phaistos God of fire And it is the soul that burns with desire The endless skies dream of destiny disk will inspire The choice with no reference point just freedom is gift all admire