O Dionysos, Lord of the winding road and hidden gate,
companion of wanderers, outcasts, and heroes,
guide me through the labyrinth before me.

When the corridors seem endless
and every turning resembles the last,
keep my spirit from exhaustion and bitterness.
Do not let confusion become hopelessness,
nor fear become surrender.

Grant me the wisdom to recognize illusion,
for many paths glitter while leading deeper into darkness.
Teach me to distinguish the voice of truth
from the echo of my own desires and anxieties.
Let me not follow pride into ruin
or despair into stillness.

Carry a torch before me through the twisting halls.
Reveal what is hidden:
the traps laid by others,
the traps I have laid for myself,
the old wounds that distort my judgment,
and the fears that stalk behind me like beasts in shadow.

If I must face a monster within the maze,
grant me courage enough to confront it honestly.
If I must endure solitude,
let me remember that the Gods still walk unseen beside mortals.
If I stumble or lose my way,
do not abandon me to panic or self-hatred,
but guide me back toward the living path.

O Liberator, Loosener, giver and taker of Life,
teach me that the labyrinth is not only a prison
but also a place of transformation.
May I emerge from its winding depths wiser than I entered,
more compassionate, more truthful, and less afraid.

And when at last I reach the center—
whether it holds revelation, sorrow, joy, or judgment—
grant me the strength to meet it with open eyes.

Lead me onward through mystery and darkness
until I again behold the open sky.