Truly, There's Never Two Of Anything… - Poem by Mark Heathcote
A caterpillar's journey
Is unlike any others
But principally it's
Like two birds entwined engaged, in love, making.
Truly, there's never two of anything
It is always the one, becoming the one:
Even in coupling all sources cocooning mirrors.
Rainbows appear when sunlight is, refracted-
Through any prism, life is no different in spirit
The soul's life, isn't it a raindrops evaporation
The rainbow we see when
Our, own chrysalis is also eternally opened.
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