On my journey,
I met a Holy man
sitting quietly under a tree.
As I approached,
he smiled
and beckoned me to sit.
The air was warm and still.
A place of harmony.
Where time takes time to move.
As we looked at each other,
we knew our spirits followed similar paths.
He could see his clearly
more than I could ever see mine.
A while passed
when I began to feel an awareness of light.
One that I had never seen or felt before.
Somehow I was being drawn,
lifted and lead away.
Where? I do not know
but it was good.
I was feeling lighter than a feather
when I felt a breeze wash me
which carried me back to earth.
I gently opened my eyes
to the world that is now present.
The sun had long since passed its zenith
and it was time to continue my journey.
I turned to say goodbye
only to find that I was alone.
Where the holy man sat, butterflies now danced.
I smiled
and my vision was filled with joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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