A blossom floating,
in the void.
Lightening slip through his eyes as they open. Butterflies rise in sudden realisation. A string of pearls moves down from 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.
The opening chapter of the @ Thousand Arms of Buddha
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