Slava Olchevski

Rookie (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

Golden Butterfly. - Poem by Slava Olchevski

The story I tell you is the truth; I would never lie
That once I have met a golden butterfly
A body of gold, brilliant white wings
A present from Gods, a present worthy of kings

The magical creature has sat on my hand
To teach me a lesson, so I could understand
The past and the future are points on a path
That marks the events of birth and death

My life is a dream, in that dream I remain,
Like sleeping, till death would free me again
The spirit will rise into boundless sky
Attracted by Moon, led by a butterfly

We’ll be surfing the waves of time, always in the now
From the past to the future, follow the way of Tao
A moment will last an eternity; an ocean will fit in a teardrop
What seems to be real is just an illusion, a motion of atoms never to stop

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March 11,2010


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 21, 2012



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