Kundalini Splendor

In the Hawk’s Eye

God, I think,
is both fluidity
and fixation,
still point and moving wheel.
Particle and wave,
as they name it today.

Like that giant hawk we saw
high above the ocean’s cliff,
riding the wind, hanging so still
we thought it was a toy,
mechanical design
made to astonish and amuse
until we noticed
its relentless gaze
that spared nothing below
and then it took off
with a determined swoop
heading out over the waters
to the horizon’s fold.

Likewise, half of god
dances, dances,
keeping the vast currents
of the world alive,
while the immutable other
rests at ease
an abstracted principle
at the midpoint of all,
observer and thing seen,
seeker and goal,
reflecting each movement
in his unwavering eye.

copyright, Dorothy Walters