At Times I Sense The Butterfly
At times I sense the butterfly
Breathing, arising in me
Lifting, flying so high
Gloriously free
Then no apparent warning
Plunging
Plummeted
Earthbound
Caterpillar like, I plod
Grounded
Existence
My daily chore
Then ~ P p p ..pu..pul…pulsing
Wonderously, to begin again
Mystical fluttering ascent
Ancient evolutionary soul call
Beckoning me forth once more~
~flow journalling
Celebrating the ‘ grounded…in…flightedness’ of life ~