butterfly spreads its wings stretching out into a nexus of fullness
from the perspective of my eyes the poise of its posture needs no improvement
if perfection could be encapsulated here would rest a shining ornament of completion... the butterfly, unmoving and still in its temporary attachment to the leaf... seeking no approval
to watch a glacier cavitate and crumble as big as a metropolis of skyscrapers carved from many hands makes me marvel at the delicacy of even the most monumental structures
and to think, the overheated belly of the earth melts these bastions of immortality because humans have gutted that same belly--spewing out its innards into a once pristine atmosphere
every rhythm has a consequence and every method will reveal its viability, in time
to simply refine a little sound in the mind to watch it change within the landscapes of inner dimensions-- what consequences may that have?
Butterfly Cavitations and Mantra Reverberations
Posted - Aug 17 2013 : 9:02:25 PM
