Fluttering, gliding
specks of gold
Mesmerizing hope
Beautiful magnifiscence
Forest alive, a sky
littered with beauty.
A cloud passes by
and the forest shivers,
branches quiver, butterflies
alight and the sky
is speckled with orange.
Butterflies 3.b&c
One thousand, one million
fluttering wings
whispers alight, flashes
of color
Floating messengers of hope
vast expressions of levity.
The unbearable lightness of being
Lifted, transported
inhale- grounded
exhale- taken away (and vice versa)
Today I sit
and as I breathe in,
I come more into being
I dissolve, I am animal
My spirit, the spirit
of the forest lets itself be heard
Signals and messages come-
not unworldy, but as
cold, hard, intuitive truth.
As I exhale I allow myself
to become free. I am
reminded by the butterflies
I am my own blessing.
I am my losses, I am the void.
I am the beauty of a thousand butterflies.