A serpent swallowing its tail,
a cross for the sins on nail.
The symbolisms smile to my eyes, they;

Remind my mind
of being a human being,
of seeing spiders spindingly
weaving webs of one world.

The fluctuating floaty feeling
of being a being being itself,
aware of its grand grandfather hand.

A warm blanketed blue lake,
a swarm of distressing ache
of the soul's shiver;

Remind my mind
of the heart's river,
meandering from the milky mountains,
all within the weaving web.
Through the sea's sundering ebb
it builds a bridge, a girt
in the earth's drowning dirt.

All to combine
the mindful mind's eye
and the arts of the holy heart's heat
so that we can be I
in one wonderful booming beat.

A faint hum,
a deafening drum.
Aum.