I once discovered
a garden bursting with colorful flowers.
It enchanted me that I walked..
and walked.. and walked.
When I got there,
I felt satisfied and secured.
And as the beautiful madness
of the butterflies' dance astounded me,
you created the world of 'us'.
But the ever-changing spectrum of impermanence
struck down everything I know.
Still, I continued walking down your garden.
I felt numb for a moment,
seeing the wounds carved through my flesh
by the thorns unseen
because it was brilliantly covered with perfection.
"Would you still continue walking despite the cuts?" asked the butterflies.
I felt the constant search for escape.
I'm now discontented.
The wounds are getting bigger and bigger.
"I don't know." is all I replied.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 6:20 AM UTC
I once discovered
a garden bursting with colorful flowers.
It enchanted me that I walked..
and walked.. and walked.
When I got there,
I felt satisfied and secured.
And as the beautiful madness
of the butterflies' dance astounded me,
you created the world of 'us'.
But the ever-changing spectrum of impermanence
struck down everything I know.
Still, I continued walking down your garden.
I felt numb for a moment,
seeing the wounds carved through my flesh
by the thorns unseen
because it was brilliantly covered with perfection.
"Would you still continue walking despite the cuts?" asked the butterflies.
I felt the constant search for escape.
I'm now discontented.
The wounds are getting bigger and bigger.
"I don't know." is all I replied.
You're losing your grip. It hurts.
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