simple logic does not apply here
colorful flowers grow in river
In our hands they disappear
leaves fall down from trees
but flow in air
They flicker
In all the ways we perceive
There is no time here
I lay under the sun and see
clouds forming into shapes of faces
faces I had known but not here with me
the clouds are moving paintings
telling stories
forever changing
I grab the leaves which flow in air
gaze deep into their golden surface
In the reflections I see
those who I love and hold dear
still in different layers in space
they are not here beside me
but one day they will be
In the jades that hang on trees
I see all the creatures I had been
my cycle of life that never stopped spinning
until now
for once I am finally free
free of birth and death
free of love and hate
completely liberated
in this land
existence is not important
I exist in the breeze
in flowers
in the river
in oceans
I am whatever I want to be
in this freedom I see clearly
there is a reason for everything
not necessarily a meaning
in this land there is no sadness
no need to search for meaning in things
for I have come to the end of the beginning
for the kingdom of heaven is within
Butterfly Poetry 