In the corner of my eye
I glimpsed a fragile butterfly,
Did you see it too?
It turned into an earthquake,
I didn’t know
Quite what to do.
Underneath a raindrop
Sleeping on a leaf,
I found a missing compass point,
I found a burning heath;
Dharma in a rainbow’s breadth
Ninth wonder in a sheaf.
In the corner of my eye
I glimpsed a resurrection,
Did you see it too?
It turned into a moonlit moth,
And now I know
Just what to do.
Your metaphors captivate me, Nick! It seems deeply symbolic that the butterfly transforms into a ”moonlit moth” as if signifying the mystery, which can only be solved at night. ✨🦋🌛
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This is a beautiful resurrection, indeed!👏
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