Butterfly Docent
land softly
but stay lithe
from rough hands
keep your distance
worry little over bees
they rarely sting
more content to fumble through the air
storing away memories of flowers gone
crystalline sweet stuff stacked neatly in the hive
given respect and space
the buzzing set remain friends, not foes
allow metamorphoses
of thought and form
lead those who have not found flight
teach the strength of softness
the transformational power of the dark
the necessity of balance
the dishonesty of fear
gather sweet things
from solar lit temperate climes
but don’t overstay the warmth
when the summer sun slips
below the autumnal meridian
seek the centre of your being
rest and prepare for rebirth
remain gentle and supple
keep your eyes focused on beauty
the butterfly is the greatest of teachers
the most elusive and vulnerable of sages
care for them as you would
your own heart
Been super tired these last couple days. Not much going on and so taking advantage and catching up on sleep. We are in hibernation season; so why not? I meditate myself to sleep and those last moments of wakeful awareness are delicious. I guess I am over-consuming sleep at the moment.
Still helping out with my friend's dog and ice skating most days; today however my thirteen-year-old boss said we should go for a walk in what we refer to as uptown to check out some of the boxing week sales. We stepped into Indigo, perhaps our favourite store to poke about. Didn't buy much, just a puzzle of the Periodic Table; we have a Chemistry unit coming up.
Going to close out with some informative episodes.
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