a snail's story

spiraling in

and then out..
in our hand we find

a galaxy miniature

spinning a special

 story..

our mind's eye

projects movement

an outward inward

exchange
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

time..