The spiral spins inwards
Not reaching a point
As the line becomes finer
And fades, does not end
The spiral spins outwards
A world in its image
Encompassing all
As it fades in the distance
The path to godhood
And the path of creation
The inside, the outside
Are one and the same
The shape of the Unified
Field we call home
The way that our minds
Shape the world that surrounds us
A Life in Poems 