soul searchingGazing up at the starsI wonder if what i believeIs there, is really there?I have been informed by the physics gurus,And the god junkies.But i believe, belief isA veil overMy philosophies,My perceptions,My pandemonium.Like brush strokes painted over.What is out there?Dipped in the watersOf what isUp there,Down there,Or not there.Its a concept that you asThe artist should investigate,Like an unfinished painting leftFor you to contemplate.
i want to be a butterflyshe will teach them to dance upon the airshe will remind them of who they are now,not who they have been,fluttering back to earthas it all begins again.she gives and gives beauty.beauty that fills the earththat fills the air,fills it full of the newborn. newborn butterflieswho drift to earthas she welcomes them home again.