Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

Imagine it is a paper.

Look at it.

It is a portrait of the earth.

See where the needle of your magnetic heart stops.

That’s it. That’s the place you always missed.

Put a dot.

Touch it with your finger tip. Softly.

It throbs.

Then put another, and then another till a line is formed –

The umbilical cord reconnecting.

The spot is the cartograph of your memories.

It is the wound healed.

A dot shines on the page

at the zero degree of all directions.

Here ends your returning.

You are home.