A butterfly dances in my garden.
I don’t know its colour.
I don’t know its location.
I don’t know its name.
I know where it came from,
and she may look at me again,
just a glance and my butterfly
takes off once again.
This one reminds me of a student with an anxiety problem and stiff hamstrings who found meditation difficult. One day she recalled how she saw a carpet of butterflies, almost invisible on the grass and suddenly they all lifted, as one - and her heart lifted with them. Thanks for reminding me. Lovely piece. Allie xxxxxxxxxxxx
This is so very uplifting, not just because it's written for someone but because it reminds me of not only the beauty of a butterfly but that they forever 'fly free.'
Awwww! I read Angie's butterfly one earlier - and you are a lovely, lovely man for writing this one for her :) Hugs Anna xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Butterflies are such lovely creatures, the fact that they never stay long in place seems to escalate them to a place of wonder..... this little piece pays homage to that. Lovely. HG: -)) xx