Wu Wei

A blossom floating,
in the void.
Deep in meditation.

Lightening slip through his eyes as they open. Butterflies rise in sudden realisation. A string of pearls move down the fractal.
Breathing. 

The petal touches his palm.
Awakening.

His skin breaks into a wild mesh of butterflies — dispersing the self.

He has returned to the symbols. 
All things echo him now.