"isn't that something you
want?" she asked.
"no" i replied. "what i desire cannot be given. only by providence can that which is unattached be realized and only by letting go can it be integrated."
"well then...", she said with a smile,
"...perhaps it's time, hmmm?"
and at that she folded
in on herself
over and over
like complex origami
until she became
a butterfly.  

then she fluttered
into my
chest and took
root in my heart
like a seed.  

she grows there
now like a low moon
lover bathing in moonshine,
dripping in starlight,
changing in
the glow.

The person who can’t see
Who can’t see natural beauty
But can feel it’s complexity —

The normal people,
Normal people are always waiting for luxuries
Where a blind man tries to find luxury in peace -

People call him disable
But in fact he is differently able —

Differently able to enjoy nature’s beauty
Differently able to feel unity and harmony
Love , success , money and prosperity—

He is sent to world for some change
To create something from his able mind
Up above our range we can’t even think
Oh you ‘ man ‘ what will you bring ?

one talks, one listens
never both, concurrently
perhaps share one distance
and frequency synchronously

one apologises, one forgives
for one makes mistakes and
amidst understanding, lives
as love shall forever stand

two learn, two grow
reason, never row
and you and I show
how far one could go

– billiondays