poet Ayni Poet

Ayni Poet

Butterfly's Chant

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: beautiful, freedom, life, mystical

Poem Submitted: Monday, May 1, 2017
Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 2, 2017

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  • Bill CantrellBill Cantrell (9/26/2017 5:16:00 AM)

    no voice is perceived

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (5/1/2017 10:07:00 AM)

    My fate is being here - only Now,
    I have no past, no future,
    No destination to arrive....// Awesome expression. Through the Butterfly's Chant, the poet has presented a philosophical thought. Thanks.

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (5/1/2017 9:30:00 AM)

    In a grain of skin! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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