The Spiral

And among the patterns images flowing

Into and out of the sound are symbols.

One such which appears in a rock

As if a flower symbol or the motion

Is the spiral of the seas.

The outward infinity stimulates and hypnotises

Draws one in, the inwardness shows

Of all things together the spiral.

It is the passage above and the journey below,

At the same time, within the one symbol.

Of perception it plays with the subtlety.

To all that is without, passes over and through one

As though it has been diffused, so that within

It gradually it seems

As though it ceases to exist – One is

Abandoned to all that and it

Engulfs one to make way for other images.

Fills a space instead no more mathematical

To understand that we struggle becomes so much truth,

With our perception cease existing

That we can no longer apprehend it,

And so we wander again through the luminous patterns.