Ouroboros is time swallowing itself,
And time swallowing itself is the eternal now.
Here within the belly of the beast of birth and death
We miss the unity of this gesture.
What do fish know of the ocean,
Or snakes of their own skins?
The soul of the world is circular.
Only in turning about can we see
The little serpent who slumbers,
Thrice coiled, tail in mouth,
Patiently waiting to awaken.
Offer her the warm breath of awareness.
~The Mystical Lion




















