My comfort zone was the size of an atom,
the tiniest point at the center.
"Center of what?" I wondered.
So I ventured out to the edge and found
that the whole circle was my center.
From circumference to circumference
I leapt and swam, or perhaps I fell,
buoyed by emptiness, arms winging.
When there's no ground to touch, does it matter
whether you plummet or soar?
I came to the horizon of all things,
golden beyond light.
Its curve contained creation like a smile.
Friend, this universe is nothing but
a pinprick of love in the core of my heart:
you too are my center.

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