Hello ,

It is good to be connecting with you again.

This MIM is about the importance of staying in the moment, and finding balance while holding not knowing.

I will not for a moment promise the very worrying, damaging events all around us are about to dematerialise. On the contrary, I expect we will face worse, before we are past this time in history.

But still- at the same time as being aware of the horror around us, we need to stay balanced; to see and acknowledge the beauty of being that is there, still there despite all. It is magical and infinite. To know the magic, and to hold the balance, we need to stay, at least in significant part, in the present.

This MIM is around the image of the Serpent Who Swallows His Tail, and in that way makes the symbol of infinity, just as we all hold the potential of infinity.

Go well, be well.

Love,

Like The Serpent Who Swallowed His Tail

The shape before your eyes
Has no start and no end.
At first glance it is static.
Then, looking more closely,
You see it moves in an almost
Imperceptible, synthetic stream,
Weaving in and out, in and
Out, no beginning no end, like
The serpent that’s swallowed
His tail, or the symbol of infinity,
The number eight resting on
Its side: the magician’s moniker,
Continuously moving- without movement.

Exactly as you feel yourself
Held in an everlasting
On going stream, returning
To the place you came
From. Where backwards is forwards
And forwards is backwards.
Until your eyes glaze, and
Your head spins.
No more.
Then the symbol radiates.

Pulling away, you focus
On the space around the serpent
Who has swallowed his tail.

Like the sacred symbol,
The space is still, yet not.
Shivering slightly, vibrations
From a magnet, the field
Unfolds. As colours bleed
Into the space. A pink that is not
Red or orange but both. A blue
That’s grey and green and
Black, the sky and the sea
All at once.

Pulling further back,
The sign is shrinking,
As if infinity is folding
Into the sky, as if
The future is dissolving
Into the present
Before your very eyes.

Now the imprint of the
Magic number is fading
On your retinas.
No past, no future, only
The present swallowing you,
Like the serpent, swallowing
His tail in a never ending
Stream, that feeds you and
Bleeds you, continuously,
Burnished and radiant,
Where the sky meets the sea,
In the present, unfolding.

Go well, be well. Travel well.

May the month ahead bring you peace and much joy.

© Michal Levin 2026

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