Tuesday, September 18, 2012

a snail's story

spiraling in
and then out..
in our hand we find
a galaxy miniature
spinning a special

our mind's eye
projects movement
an outward inward
now and always
 becoming the other..
but the shell remains
fixed as a map
the movement  
a soulful creation..

 a still point
on our shell
finally gives rest to
our eye..
in the stillness
 a  torus we find
a sacred movement
a new awareness
mapped for our

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