Butterfly's Chant Poem by Ayni Poet

I am here for just a blink,
Born in a grain of skin, of dust
As a letter sliding through the vastness of an empty page,
As a ray of sun dancing in the air of thin time.

This beautiful shape is dying,
Moved to all places and nowhere to stand,
My fate is being here - only Now,
I have no past, no future,
No destination to arrive.

Crossing the portal of death, in the transcendent land
I fly at ease without this shape I thought I had,
I'm free.

I've always been simply a presence, not truly a butterfly of the world
Seen, touched or felt as an art of color
I don't need any wings,
I fly, I sing,
Although no voice it is perceived…
Solely, I AM, a chant of the Absolute.