28 agosto 2007

O Vôo da Mariposa

Up on a hill
There's a secret place
Where Fairies and Angels gather
In worship for our Inner Gods

And there's a place
Within my heart
Where butterflies dance
Around a budding flower

Waiting to dissolve
Craving to evolve
Into that immemorial space
We call Oneness

And as I whirl with each laughter
And dance around each flame
The butterflies become my body
And I am free again.

Serpa, 29 Agosto 2007

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