I saw a figure sitting in a temple
with a flower in its hands
and it was surrounded by monks,
then there was a smile.
And from the figurines mouth came
a thousand butterflies,
which swirled around each monk
then flew out into the world.
Then they all turned into stone
a garden of illumination,
waiting for the return of the Monarch
the origin of colours.
Millenia later.
The statues had but turned to dust
and the temple gone
yet the butterflies kept coming
from nowhereness.
Then the vision was suddenly gone
and outside my window
I saw a yellow butterfly fluttering by
and I smiled once more. |