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Rep Van Andrews Dec 2013
What is love?
I believe i'm close.
Once I was the victim of love at first sight.
It was a moment of euphoric happiness.
then was that not it?
not so much the person, but more of the moment.
so in a since wouldn't you want to always find these tiny moments?
just a being in life looking for pure moments of love?
isn't that life? billions of tiny moments intrinsically one with a bigger moment?
let us find the people that give us these perfect moments and surround ourselves with them.
let us focus on the moment and thrive there, because that is when we are the happiest.
when one thinks outside they moment they begin to find sadness, or sorrow.
the past, the present, and the future, not the present as situation.
situational present is not the same as current moment because the situation or problem is brought on by the past or the future which creates sadness.
happiness is present moment that is un-situational.
stay in the moment.
that is love, life, now.
some people already live like this, unknowingly or knowingly.
it would not matter.
these few are fortunate and the found ones.
they do not frown, they do not attach.
they love, and thrive with the ones who love.
together they will change the world not purposely or knowingly.
they will change there own realities and the world will change with them.
What is love?
I believe we are close.
Rep Van Andrews Nov 2014
GOD
GOD

A bowl half full
a spoon for measure
dips into and takes
division for pleasure

The soups environment
both spoon and bowl
same as the universe
relatively so

Reality beckons
an environmental flaw
having never even existed
possibly at all

thoughts derived environment
like the grids on a map
take it all away
you’re left with the exact

Define then to me
if you found it to be
the environment fictitious
what that would mean

If reality is then all soup
the soup never divided
if then we are the soup

Why aren’t we reminded?
Yellow butterflies
are flitting all around me,
I never see them touch the ground, see
their always whisked this way and that,
and they really seem ok with that.

I see them in the most unlikely places,
from sewers to castles,
ball fields and home bases.
They always go just where their blown
the wild wind seems to be their home.

They appear in all weather and all seasons
they've have had to harden,
they've had their reasons,
to multiply so well in our concrete garden.

I wonder sometimes of their motivation?
Is it to breed? to eat? go on vacation?
but then what would the point really be?
When your final day is only three.
Wouldn't life just be a haze
of noise, cacophony and rays?

Well it will be, what it will be,
but next time you see a yellow butterfly
light on a tree, think of me
and wonder why you strive...
as the yellow butterfly thrives
as the wind from your car
whips it to and fro right on by..
This is kinda embarrassing to me, but yellow butterflies are always a symbol of happiness and a reason and example to be carefree. I have seen them on my best and worst days and for some reason they are always a welcome sight, and try as I might I cannot explain why even for the shortest while they make me smile.....write on............Tempestlady
Kagey Sage Aug 2014
Killed a moth on principle last night
I saw it outside standing on my air-conditioning
Then I found it inside after I turned my air-conditioning off
Climbed in through the silent vent
and orbited my light bulb l006 times
Before I killed it with a sock
and whipped it one more time into the lamp’s brass base
Almost saved a moth on principle last night
Rationality’s a sham and you know it
The moth said in the morning
I found it clung to my lampshade, dead
with white **** coming out from under a wing ripped in half
Life is a sham we all share

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