Wednesday 24 June 2020

The Butterfly and The Bird



When I waited, they did not come 
The butterfly and the bird.
Instead I meditated,
Sitting close by on the earth.
I heard the leaves and rustling
When my eyes were closed, 
And opened them to find beside me
Butterfly and bird, both. 


C. LJ 2020

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