Sunday, April 22, 2012

Turn your Inkblot into a Butterfly

With nothing but ignorant bliss
feasting for pleasure 
cares blown away 
by gentle slow winds
paths leading us astray
chaotic turns with no direction
no sense of time or place
just withering away 
till the day
it disappears
But then 
change
A growth becoming
off the little bit of pleasure feasted upon
wisdom has been sacrificed once
but is now restored
the control and power
systematic and stationary
rational and ready
aware and thriving
It is complete
compatible and unique
this unprecedented creature
comes out to share
the ways of beauty
change, wisdom, sacrifice
this creature moves with the wind
not against it 
this creature has become something unique
beautiful, contemporary, perfect


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