I flitter and flutter all day long while I sing the song of life. The few
precious days that I have to enjoy the wind beneath my wings,
gives me no time to wallow in that chaotic foolishness that brings on
all that stress and strife. I wander the skies and partake of the nectar
that nature provides. The life of a butterfly is a joyous affair...
I find myself getting weary and lay upon a golden leaf. The world of
dreams beckons me when the sun sets and the moon rises. Sleep
overtakes me and a different reality bears itself witness.
I dream that I’m a man chopping wood in a desert during a sandstorm.
I hear a muffled sound; I put down my ax to investigate, and to my
surprise, I happen upon a maniacal rabbit howling at the moon. I pick
her up by its ears, shake her a few times, put its feet back on the ground,
and howl along beside her.
I wake up! And I’m once again a butterfly flittering and fluttering all day
long, singing my songs, and drinking up life’s ambrosia. A butterfly’s
dreams are more than what they appear to be, but less than the sum
of what makes me, ME...