At Times I Sense The Butterfly

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At times I sense the butterfly
Breathing, arising in me
Lifting, flying so high
Gloriously free

Then no apparent warning
Plunging
Plummeted
Earthbound
Caterpillar like, I plod
Grounded
Existence
My daily chore

Then ~ P p p ..pu..pul…pulsing

Wonderously, to begin again

Mystical fluttering ascent
Ancient evolutionary soul call
Beckoning me forth once more~

                                                                                            ~flow journalling

 Celebrating  the ‘ grounded…in…flightedness’  of  life ~ 

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