Look Into The Eye Of a Universe

I close my eyes and withdrawal down inside,
and there, the eye of my universe.
In a reflecting pool of evaporating time,
the images swirl.
Sensed by the soul, braille for the heart,
a message which read with feeling.
The slug of humidity breathing sand,
which is known to exfoliate emotion.
A handshake connected to compassion
leading a peacemaker,
as the moon waves the tides
through coconut trees.
The image was still.
The punctured stars in the sky
shed light like fingers, like spiny sea anemone.
In slight angle to the green sea of my retina
was a shimmery shadow of a man,
wading above and below the surface
of a mystery shifting,
with the great horizon of awareness
encircling the scene.
Be it me or be it not me,
reflecting is a universe
which no other can see,
for others would mean another me.
Another universe might see differently.