source of all things

i have been to the source of all things
i can not describe it
as it is not to be seen or heard
just like a breathless moment of silence
after a long scream
only to be part of
like two feet in the ground
or an endlessly calm ocean inside

they always say
follow your heart
its rhythm of shamanic drumming
will immerse you in dreams
of each of your past and future self
and if you let go of your individuality
and ego
the spiral will bring you too to the source

in the midst of the loudest gatherings
and in the peak of the most frightening moments
you will find peace
because you know there is no end
there is no death
only the idea of bliss that you play with and circle
like a cat around hot mash

until you fall in without even noticing
like your first love
your first kiss
the first fight
and the first draw of blind luck
when you stumble upon something
that you had no idea was in you

i have been to the source of all things
but i can not describe it
as it is only to be part of
just like the hot and noisy bazaar
we call life