Gazing meditation
Like butterfly wings
Her lashes softly close and open,
Open onto unknown ancient depths of being.
Have we just met
Or have we been before many times
In the presence of the mystery that is each of us?
The mystery which is expressed through the fact of our existence,
The universe whose consciousness is us.
We wonder at the separateness of a stranger
Even as we find a oneness in our wonder.
©2016 Unjay
