The Flutter-by Dance


Poetry / Tuesday, October 22nd, 2019

Fluttering by.

A seemingly chaotic dance of dips and dives,

of colours and their shades,

without a beginning and an end,

without a known purpose,

to the endless song of silence.

Not questioning the butterfly,

not asking why or when or how or what;

being with the butterfly

we can lose ourselves in that silent dance

and become the butterfly;

not dreaming of being the butterfly,

or wondering if we’re the butterfly dreaming of being a human,

but becoming the butterfly,

inseparable from it,

one with it,

connected in the silent dance.

***

Gratitude.

Gavin

 

 

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