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..