A mere speck

A dot discovered the nothingness within and expanded.

What is this sweetness that brought me from a single point, to perfection with no beginning and no end?

Round and infinite.

From peace to action, the stillness is alive.

I hear nothing, nothing at all…and yet it moves me, forcing me to shake.

Every time I move away from myself, my center, I’m drawn back by an unseen grip.

I overshoot my destination and am pulled back, spiraling deep into my journey back home, constantly…constantly.

My intense desire to reach home burns into harmonies, solidifying the friction of my adventure.

Distracting myself, I forgot my goal in the beauty I’ve created, but still I’m drawn.

Lost in the bliss I funnel deeper and deeper.

The friction drowns these sensory pulses in heavenly nectar.

Where has the nectar formed from though? I forget.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Home... I’m on my way.