upon the head of a pin.
Oblivion stretches in all directions
away from me, vast, uncharted
unknowable in its totality.
At One Point
bits and pieces of
that expanse come together
to form me.
At One Point
is now,
perfect in its stillness
a point of transformation.
I turn and expand outward
a perfect sphere of me-ness, Ki-ness.
As I breathe in
of the Universe am I born
as I breathe out
of me the Universe
receives its form.
We are distinct yet one
in constant synchronicity and
I am as poised
upon the head of a pin.
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