My Tangible Butterfly

I walked the longest walk,

And As I walked, I talked

within Me without Me,

and Myself

into the reasons

for every Reason in my mind

wondering

wandering

In search of my everything

that lies within

the Grace of a Love

so sublime,

It is almost not there

I, me, myself ... am not there.

From one end of my mind

to the other end,

I have walked and walked

Divided the breadth, with a

sometimes quick step

Sometimes an excited Hop

And a break into skip

Or even an occassional trip

No valley of imagination

No stone unturned, just in case,

left upturned,

I find unvisited ...

I walk

in search of the Me

that fit

that fixed

that felt free

to be more of the Me

that only I can be...

Night falls in folds

in self imposed silence

100 s of Sparks flash

in the envelop of darkness

On wings of a thought

cloaked in the apathy

of another's illusion

Of a Me that does not,

has never Fit

with the me

that is Me...

And So...

IDream of Butterflies

in colors so luminescent

on wings be alight,

They give me the being to fly

Suffusing the length

and breadth of my mind

In tingles and tangles of

that elusive Love sublime

And I walk on

and on, looking forward

and an occassional

look back momentarily

on a reflective echo ...

Seconds dissolve into minutes

into hours and days

Alone in the Valley of my Mind

caught by the temperateness of my thoughts

I walk the streets of my mind

and wait in the shadows

in the veiling of the

incessant Rain,

and run into fascinating corners

illumined with the

elusive after glow

of a before Moonshine ;

I break into a Run

I don't know towards what

I just know that

I have to keep running,

Right here, right now,

I feel myself hurtling

I hurtle towards an

indelible I am perfect Now...

lucid and clear

as the crystal mountain water

A Now that is waiting

in a You

as is reflected in Me...

I run in steps so light,

I hardly feel my flight

and suddenly, magically,

I stop

For I feel

a light knock

on the back of my Shoulder...

And when I twirl around...

My eyes are blinded by the light

before Me...

For I stand in my own Valley

sprayed with the shine

of brilliant yellow Sunflowers

and as I look up

slowly

I see the most wondrous sight

of a 1000 Purple Butterflies

rising up above

in tangible

shimmering flight.