Kneeled, winged, I peer.
The eye of all holds swirling
and molten movement.
I peer into all that is, with blank eyes,
receiving a glimpse.
This space reaches towards me:
Carnivorous and self-contained.
Dive into the tumult of synchronicity.
Peer into this gift of seeing.
Peer into this gift of being seen.
this thorough flow swims seamlessly
throughout the reaches of existence.