Butterfly: A Poem About Meditation

Butterfly

*
This body, the graveyard
of unsung emotions.
So many faces buried,
So many times, so many places.

Watching, watching – these
phantom spirits depart, until
only a sunlit butterfly floats
above swaying grasses.

*

 

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