Twirling, swirling, thrown about, floating. Swallowed up in the whole, yet adding to the mix my own chemistry, slightly changing the tint, simultaneously being modified to a different temperature. Like a butterfly fluttering, touching for a moment, a fleeting kiss, a beautiful moment. My Fairy dust a part of the Whirlwind of Life, touching people, being touched. Losing track of up and down, what is real and what is imagined. Whirlwind of joy and love.
The center is quiet. From here, you can regard the chaos, the multifaceted, crazy, orbiting nothings that make up the whole. Your core.