Those knowing moments after fluttering
once daft distractions flit
and float away

beyond the blossoming of wilting days:
there you must stray beyond
the obvious

--the butterfly floats wholly in serenity--
then learn the verses inked
within its wings

and grasp its gentle grace, not randomness,
the easy peace it reaches
without strain

or how it pivots in its stillness to alight
so that you might delight in dreams
of your rebirth

in gardens where potentials swell and burst
with nectar drenching endless thirsts
to thrive.