July 20, 2014

• Nothing is real but the transient
  The fragility of which makes reality so precious and yet fleeting
  My heart cries out for the safety of permanence
  But I must let you go
  The mounting pressures must not be ignored
  And yet what can slide must be released
  For I am only a dying butterfly
  Whose beauty lives in my impermanence
  In the storm that is my life
  My shelters are my sun and rain clouds
  And I love their radiant rainbows
  But truth comes from Outside
  And I live to learn

  Goodbye Brother.

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